Weaponized

Lyrics

[Intro] Let's go [Verse] Yeah, so while the earth still spinnin' 'round I be on my twisted metal shit, I'll kill a clown You can see my fire rounds like cats jumpin' through blazin' hoola hoops My mind's a 12-sided pentagon Rubik's Cube Now who them dudes, neither fears nothing? The ave is still buzzin' at anyone, who appears blussin' You get yourself a pierce muffin for assumin' everything is sweet When you assume you make an ass outta you and me There's no truer G Your girl pants half off and they [?] Ain't no half-steppin', she half-assin' Narcoleptic pacin' the floor Ignorin' the beautiful allure of this Kraftmatic I'ma stash-the-cash addict Since DaddyO and Wise was talkin' jazz with Stetsasonic I was steppin' brolic as hell, my mic had weapons on it Yo, check the knowledge That money hittin' direct deposits Leavin' shells everywhere, we makin' omelets Still standin' like the pyramid of Giza, I'm a livin' anormaly Sick, spittin' laryngitis Buildin' like the Mayans Bill 'em, I'll supply 'em Boilin' like Mark Aguirre in dark attire Your girls' back covered in carpet fiber Spark your lighters and put it up for a real one Too fearsome, absolute brilliance, the truth serum In the booth smearin' blood, if your crew sneerin' This text for everybody that it contacts, group share 'em Look, a lot of my dogs is pumpin' bass with they gun on waist Get outta bullets, spit out and land in the sunken place Marauder, I just go harder, you wouldn't bust a grape You rappers are roadkill stuck to an old wheel Gettin' splattered, decorating a tourists' grille Constructing bars, I'm the foreman, still Sayin' grace before the meal, scored wheels Shady may have kinda peeped my potential But, now they know it's real Invite your chick over, feel her velour and chill Dope since Axel Foley was winnin' game on Bogomil Focus clappin' phonies, I give you dames the Holyfield Pandemonium James Toney I'm sicker than Chappelle drinkin' pure breast milk Cambodian, get to talkin' that petroleum and get gassed up and done greasy Coachin' shooters, Mike Dunleavy Better than most these niggas so you not gon' leave me Off the list of the greats, don't see my name, I might go Stevie Blackout, this ain't entertainment, I'm not your TV Bad connection, hit your FaceTime, you not gon' see me This thing cocks so easy, this rhyme here was thought so easy Runyon Ave, we pop so freely Terracotta Blue on the beat, recognise My brain relapse around rappers for exercise I specialize in leaving each production petrified This is what happens when real niggas are weaponized