Taxi Cab - Dope (feat. Pyne) Lyrics

You mother f*ckers really ain't about shit
Gone when the drought hit
Take em all in concentration send em all to Aushchwitz
Talking bout my outfit
Walking with a prophet
Bouncing of the wall we running stuck up in a mosh pit
Pilot and a cock pit
Flying with my block lit
Gucci Louis who be saying I won't ever cop shit
Found the key and locked it
Picked it up and dropped it
I'm coming for you pussies and can't anybody stop it
A deadly start marked hard with carcinogens
Coming outta Michigan come and see what im envisioning
Hall of fame books is what im trying to be written in
Writing strange hooks is what keeps the people listening
Chasing dreams on my Tootie Timmy turner shit
Find a beat and murder it
Maybe y'all have heard of it
Guess the word is out I thought I hid it I was sure of it
Blessed you heard it now I gotta make my trigger further it
Started out with disses turn around and made some progress
Bambi with a nutty hope you trusting in the process
Started growing up and told my state of mind to stop it
Still I'm fresh to death yeah I'm the one you wanna rock with
Cop it
Yeah
Everybody wanna cop it
Everything I've made yeah I just know you wanna cop it
Not it
No
Sorry chief it's just not it
Man I heard it all so I agree and started nodding
And honestly
I am probably a prodigy
And possibly an extra terrestrial anomaly
The prophecy says that I'm the second coming of Socrates
Impossibly like saying I won't with out apostrophe
Democracy evolving Taxi is the new commodity
The policy resolving I'm becoming just an oddity
I'm constantly revolving taking terminal velocity
Hypothesis involving money making till you stopping me
Getting really rich yeah the call me the philosopher
I'm blowing up this bitch like the speaker to your monitor
I'm getting super popular
I'm cleaning up this beat like the janitor
I'm coming for you amateurs
I'm loading up the USP
With a silencer attached
So many bitches in my basement better keep the trap door latched
Gonna need some back up better call the dispatch up
Gonna need to get your f*cking racks up I'm a murderer
In the night
Better keep that gun to your hand gripped tight
Cause I'm coming
For your f*cking life
When I see you it's on sight
Im a disease
Under the trees
I got your bitch
Weak in the knees
Anybody who challenges me
I'll have em down for the count of three
I'm the king so bow down to me
Follow me
And you'll see
How mean I can really be
(How mean I can really be)