IVYLEAGUE - Anbu Lyrics

We on the path to some greater things
Y'all wanna act like I ain't the king
Y'all wanna rap try to get on the map
Sit back and relax while I break the bank
Popping shit off
Poisonous pot
Y'all wanna f*ck with the kid so you'll buy
Each of his tapes
Each of his lines
The fruits of his labor will bury your lives
Take a step down from the top of your pedestal
Walk through the garden and find yourself ripe
I am the concrete that hardens your skeletal
Fire the brimstone the future that's bright
I am the night
I am the terror
I am the vision you see through your mirror
How can I try to make this any clearer
Murder you verbal pursue to your neck
I am the wreck
The havoc that wreaks on the town I inspect
The paper and pieces the puzzle
I put it together and punish the people with mess

F*ck you invalidating all my bullshit
Pick and choosing who you like and losing all the rest
Caffeine can't sleep
Losing all my vision
Ivyleague this is the beginning

Boss man's body bag in the ditch
The frosty arsonist
Like the partridge kids
Land cruiser cruising
Blasting Odd Future
On that super humor
Singing like a crooner
Master plan
Fruity looper
It's that super duper
So high
Super Troopers
Will's the shooter
Riding on the motor scooter
Pissing off the baby boomers
Bass heavy like a tumor

F*ck you y'all so petty with this bullshit
Rest assured you'll rest for sure
When I'm f*cking dead
Arms crossed
Six deep
But I'm 5'3
Not standing tall
At least I stand for something

East coast streets where you find me at
Snort my ass go to cardiac
In that Pontiac
In the back of the back lot
Jakes come through too late cause you bloodshot
I am that ice in your vein
The villain who led to the killing of rappers my age
Spitting for children
The bottle of poisonous venom that's dormant and sat on the stage
I do not ride with a blade
But I'm still cutthroat get f*cked by the gun boat
Damn that's a hell of a fright
Talk shit get killed by the end of the night
Sneak on wake up at the end of the flight
Quick bars reload like the hand of the sleight
Went to Canada too
Sipping Canada Light
Step back detach less your payment is right
Make bad shit worse when I mix with the whites
It's me I'm smack can't you tell by the height
40's and 40's the ghettos they know me
Pro like Adobe but god he unholy
Yes he a saint
Patron of trading the church for the drank
Satan he pull up and torch on the paint
Dayton the way that I skrrt on the track
Atlas the father that's lyrical crack
Come up the brackets look better in black

Covered in Bape
That Severus Snape
You said you'll make magic but you're just a fake
Make your words worth it this is your last take
You said you're not scared but you're losing shape
Belligerent phonies you all look like bronies
You can't step to me because I'll take the cake
You've awoken the demon you murderous heathen
This is your resting place that you won't escape
Don't take your mask off or you'll get passed off
As a motherf*cker shooting shots from an airsoft
I'm sitting in the VIP
Still getting mad cause you can't touch me
No I'm not 21 but they still don't check a motherf*cker's ID
Pissing off the League and you're just gunna be another bitch that
Ends up on my KD