Foul Opus

Lyrics

[Chorus: Foul Monday] Listen to this foul opus It's a bank with the safe open Easy money, keep the banks rolling Fully loaded like a tank rolling So explosive Listen to this foul opus You know this [Verse 1: Tragedy Khadafi] Khadafi is Picasso and the mic booth is a canvas Out of this world, in and out of ya girl and you can't stand it Mahdi's a problem, more than hungry, I'm so famished I'm an upper echelon of raps high quality standard When I'm rhyming like a highly mutated version of gambit Slay rappers, tell the feds where the murder weapon is planted Illest alive, beyond the galaxy and nine planets Where the hoes at? Mahdi a h5avyweight You can hold jabs If the knuckle gam5 ain't working then you can hold stabs Fly nigga, basically got it all from my old dad Always makin' motion, that's why my haters is so mad Therefore an body after me is a casualty You ain't made from the same design as the Tragedy Queensbridge faculty Part of my whole anatomy My lines cause pain up in yo head like a cavity My dirty dirty accent, call me the ax man When I'm timing colder than an Astor mar up in the aspen Impact like a hundred Mike Tyson's making you backspin Pro black Mack with a combination of Beethoven Gun in the mouth of ya spouse, now get the safe open [Chorus: Foul Monday] Listen to this foul opus Growing out to my sound smokers Aura in heaven is a [?] You will eventually lose focus Yeah, it's hopeless Bad [?] You know this Listen to this foul opus It's a bank with the safe open Easy money, keep the banks rolling Fully loaded like a tank rolling So explosive Listen to this foul opus You know this [Verse 2: Foul Monday] Movin' like the POTUS, put opposition on notice Rawer than your coke is, you know this a better opus Always on my focus, you hopeless so don't approach us Showin' off for choches and playin' against the coaches Voil�! Peep the magic automatic execution Unveil retribution is my constitution And I sip solutions of brown water with kush quarters Rollin' up in a dutch, hustlers clutch corners For that paper, it's safer to 9 to 5 But nevermind, punchin' a clock, I'll never shine You outta line using my time to bend a dime I'm gettin' mines LA to Queens to Caroline Reclined in elegance, my intention is this To murder whatever moves and blow they bitches a kiss Respectfully disrespectful thunn, I'm gettin you pissed 'Cause nothing you cultivate will seem better than this [Chorus: Foul Monday] Listen to this foul opus Growing out to my sound smokers Aura in hell is in hammer toters You will eventually lose focus Yeah, it's hopeless Bad [?] You know this Listen to this foul opus It's a bank with the safe open Easy money, keep the banks rolling Fully loaded like a tank rolling So explosive Listen to this foul opus You know this