Bushido

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Insideus] Yeah, yeah I'm flicking salt up in your torn open sores, cloaks and gore Cutting deeper than the brick awaiting, pick up from the ocean floor The overlord's sparking Molotov's with a frozen torch Warts and all, exposed to my element like Chernobyl's core Bestow and old divine gift with devilish mindset Right on top of the food chain, I ain't even in my prime yet Death to the simple and straightforward, I sidestep Raise the bar, military press the planet for five sets Heightеn your senses, we flattеn poppies in this black plastic Track smacking your fuckin' nose up like rack addicts Placing first in every arm's race I sling bangers packed with the power to push time backwards and crack atoms Sawed off pens clapping, hack up your man's faction Switching your actions from trap flapping to back tracking Under the skin like you're skag jabbing to catch dragons Slowing down your traffic like bodies next to a crashed wagon Spin my web, injecting venom into everything Stretching 'cross the map and bouncing back like a beretta spring Nothing to play with, my structured nature is menacing Level the playing field but demolishing every residence I step within, silently stack up this bread From making hits like there's a barcode on the back of my head But this ain't work, I view it as a wright of passion instead Motherfuckers'll know what's cracking when I'm snapping their necks [Verse 2: indigomerkaba] Let's go Kickin' immaculate texts Possessed, I have to confess Word to Scrabble, leave em flabbergasted snapping their pens Manic depressed, the main attraction back to managing meds Back to snapping sims, the jacks are probably tracking my friends Passion, perfection and persistence, posted practice and sex My MNOP's perpendicular, protracting success But if you cross me like the letter X, I'll slap you to Z Said, said it's time for sleep, I'll put you back in your bed Are you awake now? Make your choice if you sat on the fence Because I sat on the bench for too long Now I'm actually obsessed to be the king of this rap shit Predicted and mapped it, I guess The game needed a mascot, it was shackled in stress Unlock the doors to find that heaven, doesn't that I took to make it Just know that I'm on a massacre, vexed Slashing the amateurs making characters, that plastic pretend Call me a protagonist of battling demons back to the depths of hell in which they came from Bro I'm slapping my chest On that Gorilla shit, spazzing til I'm cashing the cheque Laughing straight to the bank with a stack acting in casual contempt With the fact that I manifested this life, never trapping again Let's go