LOOK LIKE DEATH [Silva Hound Remix]

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Shwabadi] Death I woke up, and I felt like Death In fact I feel like I've never slept Black three piece on a kevlar vest I look like Death Excalibur the long nose, and it smells success Y'all just boomers, can't handle tech Head to head it's gon' hit like Death Man moves like Icarus, thinks he's fly Till I dust his wings, and bring him down to size Make him run them things he wears, jack his style But don't get it twisted, don't get it twisted I'm a man of culture, lifestylе British Bust the tool, but keep the pinkies liftеd Wipe my shoes before the door gets kicked in, I'm the Top of the classes, I aced the metrics Fuck asymmetrics, all lame aesthetics I'll cave their head in If a man comes stepping at me, tryna wave a weapon I'm facing Death in several ways Everyday two bad bitches resonate Hold a mag in Pat, slip a clip in Liz Cus I'm about to let 'em spray [Chorus: JHBBOSS] You see me pulling up in that black and white Put that click to his face, now he acting right Death gon' shoot from the cannon, so say goodnight Cus these bullets connecting like satellite They ain't never gon' know bout this kind of life Turn his soul into fragments, don't need a scythe Let my nines eat his soul, fill their appetite Try me wrong, then I'm doing it out of spite Grim reaper status, the cannons, I grab 'em and I execute If you want smoke, then I'm popping for sure if you finna come through I got a stick by my side like Ric when it flair it go woo I told 'em I earned my stripes, real Shingami, I'm the truth [Verse 2: Shwabadi] Nah fuck that, I never play for a run back I've been there, done that, paid my dues, now I'm taking the funds back Flagrant youth, hear the gun clap Play my tunes, make 'em run that If he run his mouth Run up on 'em, gun 'em down Moon come up and sun is down Tool untucking son is out, tuckered out Do you enjoy your youth? Yeah, shut your mouth I never came to play games But if I did, I'd probably take first place, they vacate When D the K came to take names I never heed their sayings, I can't change ways On which soul could I snack A witch soul I could blast Guard in the night, no Makka Pakka, but I pack a pair of macs Back up - Soul and Maka, switch up - Natsukasa Black Star, no Bowie, I keep a blade when it's rowdy I keep my day ones around me I feel the strain of a lifetime of living to standards you couldn't maintain, it's astounding I might be free, but it hounds me, best in the town, he's the best in his county His country, his continent, living or dead, few are better than Badi, get fucked if you doubt me [Chorus: JHBBOSS] You see me pulling up in that black and white Put that click to his face, now he acting right Death gon' shoot from the cannon, so say goodnight Cus these bullets connecting like satellite They ain't never gon' know bout this kind of life Turn his soul into fragments, don't need a scythe Let my nines eat his soul, fill their appetite Try me wrong, then I'm doing it out of spite Grim reaper status, the cannons, I grab 'em and I execute If you want smoke, then I'm popping for sure if you finna come through I got a stick by my side like Ric when it flair it go woo I told 'em I earned my stripes, real Shingami, I'm the truth