Lion Hearted

Lyrics

[Intro] (Statik Selektah) [Verse 1: eLZhi] Never judge a book by its cover with the concealed weapon That's a rookie in the field steppin' on landmines It's sorta chills, kept in a pine box, either my flows rewind clocks Back of wrist, ahead of his timing, I'm tryna find Doc's Laboratory to hotwire his Delorean The 40 in the fridge pour with your story and it's nothing to an historian Stupid, you don't want the smoke It's like Snoop lit a joint in the coupe with Dr. Dre bumping Chronic a block away They tried to trap the dragon in a House of Cards Spittin' fire to make the bouncer pounce the guards Then I brainstorm so I can douse the yards, how could you hardly tell? The angels got me well through this ungodly hell I know the leader of your squad is oddly frail and I'll provide detail I poke holes through his facade, just run the sword inside the side until the body fell While dropping flawless gems, you lookin' for the screw-ups With your chest poked out, arms through the bra straps with two cups, duke I bring that out you when I'm painting with the darker texture It could spark an Uzi or spark a lecture Can't wait to park the Lex or Mercedes Benz in the two car garage beneath the house with the matching architecture When I spoke this, I blacked out, who I'm sonnin'? That's very locas And bugged out like Egypt with the locusts A Moses staff against the hocus pocus from the brokest to the richest I spit glitches in your matrix causing damage that you can't fix [Chorus: Royce da 5'9"] How could you possibly top me? Them poppers is choppy, look— I got a flow like there's no tomorrow, heart of a lion I got a flow like there's no tomorrow, heart of a lion I got a flow like there's no tomorrow, heart of a lion How could you possibly top me? Them poppers is choppy, look— I got a flow like there's no tomorrow, heart of a lion I got a flow like there's no tomorrow, heart of a lion Got–got a flow like there's no tomorrow, heart of a lion [Verse 2: Boldy James] Even if you met, probably never know If you send a hit, get a quotable Nothin' personal but I don't want to have to feel shit standing over you You never touched shit that don't belong to you "How many bodies you got?" More than you Should I speak up? Niggas know the truth You not a killer nigga 'less it's more than two Same niggas that I run the school with nowadays doing home improvement Ten to two man with the strig Swear to God, don't make me fuckin' lose it You must got it confused with the music All these rap niggas counterfeit BB King, I up and blues it, spazz out everybody strip You too, bitch, take that shit off, he better not flinch or cough Ain't even make it to his prom but we gon' send him off in fashion Spin him off and smash him Take him off the map after we rinse him off and splash him My niggas cross the track, nah, we ain't giving out no passes That ki' that you got robbed for, shit ain't cost more than my glasses Then he tucked the pole, he'd rather toss it fore he pass You see me on parole, just know it's God shit if I flash it (Mafia, what else?) [Chorus: Royce da 5'9"] How could you possibly top me? Them poppers is choppy, look— I got a flow like there's no tomorrow, heart of a lion I got a flow like there's no tomorrow, heart of a lion I got a flow like there's no tomorrow, heart of a lion How could you possibly top me? Them poppers is choppy, look— I got a flow like there's no tomorrow, heart of a lion I got a flow like there's no tomorrow, heart of a lion Got- got a flow like there's no tomorrow, heart of a lion