Kill the lights, let me set the mood
Its about to get ugly, orthopaedic shoes
Little snot nosed kids on they season flu
Everybody say God bless, nigga achoo
Pardon my manners I'm guessing that there's an issue
They can play this game all they want and they aint got a clue
Backbreaker pressure on pipes, I'm on my Rick Rude
Beast mode built from the weather, Gorilla Monsoon
Lyrical spit, I be that nigga from Tenchu
Pen sharp like Ginsu blades, keep it a sense
Bean on 100, Black Mamba government issued
Smorgasbord of barbecue chicken, these niggas been food.
Lion to sheep, my presence, it be the jungle
Heartbeat like Saskwatch feet, I hear sweat trickle
Someone put the smoke in the air, Maybe light a few
Cypher blown in full rotation, nigga this undue
Don't get ahead of yourself, I'll hit the rewind
Doctor Stange twisted up my wrist, hit the freeze time
FroZone skate out this bitch, I don't let shit slide
Release the pause button for you and now it's tee time
Soul shaker to ball breaker, where they sitting at?
Line em up, I see turkey, get the baisters out
Oven roasted at 350, this is easy bake
Slow roasted for slow burn, baby I keep a plate
Manifested and battle tested, this is God's work
Niggas bitch, straight ass, talking full twerk
Pussy popping on handstands, in a circle jerk
What that means is they're all ass when they put in work
Drop the mic, pick it up, make it levitate
My green mean, Antoine Walker with the Shimmy shake
I give em clips, play for this role, you'll get the First Take
Push these niggas hairline back, give em the Stephen A.
Listen, I don't rap how I'm supplying bricks
Hold the mic tight inside an iron fist
My mouth is the barrel, inside in my mind the clip
Nevermind I spit sick, I vomit this
You aint seeing me, seek optometrist
F*ck the politics
I aint wit the shit
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Kill the lights, let me set the mood
Its about to get ugly, orthopaedic shoes
Little snot nosed kids on they season flu
Everybody say God bless, nigga achoo
Pardon my manners I'm guessing that there's an issue
They can play this game all they want and they aint got a clue
Backbreaker pressure on pipes, I'm on my Rick Rude
Beast mode built from the weather, Gorilla Monsoon
Lyrical spit, I be that nigga from Tenchu
Pen sharp like Ginsu blades, keep it a sense
Bean on 100, Black Mamba government issued
Smorgasbord of barbecue chicken, these niggas been food.
Lion to sheep, my presence, it be the jungle
Heartbeat like Saskwatch feet, I hear sweat trickle
Someone put the smoke in the air, Maybe light a few
Cypher blown in full rotation, nigga this undue
Don't get ahead of yourself, I'll hit the rewind
Doctor Stange twisted up my wrist, hit the freeze time
FroZone skate out this bitch, I don't let shit slide
Release the pause button for you and now it's tee time
Soul shaker to ball breaker, where they sitting at?
Line em up, I see turkey, get the baisters out
Oven roasted at 350, this is easy bake
Slow roasted for slow burn, baby I keep a plate
Manifested and battle tested, this is God's work
Niggas bitch, straight ass, talking full twerk
Pussy popping on handstands, in a circle jerk
What that means is they're all ass when they put in work
Drop the mic, pick it up, make it levitate
My green mean, Antoine Walker with the Shimmy shake
I give em clips, play for this role, you'll get the First Take
Push these niggas hairline back, give em the Stephen A.
Listen, I don't rap how I'm supplying bricks
Hold the mic tight inside an iron fist
My mouth is the barrel, inside in my mind the clip
Nevermind I spit sick, I vomit this
You aint seeing me, seek optometrist
F*ck the politics
I aint wit the shit
Its about to get ugly, orthopaedic shoes
Little snot nosed kids on they season flu
Everybody say God bless, nigga achoo
Pardon my manners I'm guessing that there's an issue
They can play this game all they want and they aint got a clue
Backbreaker pressure on pipes, I'm on my Rick Rude
Beast mode built from the weather, Gorilla Monsoon
Lyrical spit, I be that nigga from Tenchu
Pen sharp like Ginsu blades, keep it a sense
Bean on 100, Black Mamba government issued
Smorgasbord of barbecue chicken, these niggas been food.
Lion to sheep, my presence, it be the jungle
Heartbeat like Saskwatch feet, I hear sweat trickle
Someone put the smoke in the air, Maybe light a few
Cypher blown in full rotation, nigga this undue
Don't get ahead of yourself, I'll hit the rewind
Doctor Stange twisted up my wrist, hit the freeze time
FroZone skate out this bitch, I don't let shit slide
Release the pause button for you and now it's tee time
Soul shaker to ball breaker, where they sitting at?
Line em up, I see turkey, get the baisters out
Oven roasted at 350, this is easy bake
Slow roasted for slow burn, baby I keep a plate
Manifested and battle tested, this is God's work
Niggas bitch, straight ass, talking full twerk
Pussy popping on handstands, in a circle jerk
What that means is they're all ass when they put in work
Drop the mic, pick it up, make it levitate
My green mean, Antoine Walker with the Shimmy shake
I give em clips, play for this role, you'll get the First Take
Push these niggas hairline back, give em the Stephen A.
Listen, I don't rap how I'm supplying bricks
Hold the mic tight inside an iron fist
My mouth is the barrel, inside in my mind the clip
Nevermind I spit sick, I vomit this
You aint seeing me, seek optometrist
F*ck the politics
I aint wit the shit
Writer: Michael Koehler, Richard Frazier
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid