That was denied everything to change.
Sometimes we got to fast and fast.
You niggas don't know where this is starting.
Y'all know where it came from.
We're saying we're going to take our back to the sword.
Yo.
When the MCs came,
Tellin' about the name.
Two more strong hands to slow cocaine.
To hack the same.
Before people hoppin' on.
Damn born with the myth to play.
Just walk the brain.
Fuck people.
Yo, friends.
I'm stuffin' a tractor.
Then what?
Just...
Sica.
Sica.
Trap.
Trap.
Trap.
Sica.
Bake.
Trap.
Bake.
Sica.
Trap.
Sica.
Trap.
Bake.
Sica.
Bites.
Bites.
Bites.
Bites.
Trap.
Cops stamps.
Bites.
Bites.
Bites.
My minimum, impermanent like sandals My minimum, take your stacks to burst on the cams
Energy is felt from the core to death With the impact around half the kicks from black belts that attack
In white bones, like cyclones or tom's bones I represent from midnight to high noon
I don't waste ink, nigga, I think I drop mechatone balls more fast than your blink
Cause when I'm thoughts travel at a tremendous speed
Cloud smoke of natural blends of weed Only under one circumstance
If I'm running, turn that shit up I'm playing in the front 20
Now with the MC's cane, tellin' about the name
Antica 24, some hat to smoke cocaine To the act the same
Fuck me, drop it, no, that one with the mental plane
Is the spark of rain, with the building to be born
Yo, the rhythm with the track
I'm on a mission, I think it's sick as impossible
But when I swing my swords, they are choppable
I beat the body, drop on the heartbeat, stop on the challenge
Kater, plus head, in front, Tater, cause niggas styles are old, like what five sneakers
Lyrics are weak, like clock radio speakers
Don't even stop in my station, and attack like a planned bell with the rap
Like amp tracks, fuck more, damn, my lord, make law
I do justice, I sit and stand, ass to the wood
Ram the clock, let's take pen time, check it
But the pens I'm sticking with, you can't sleep the crime
Can't cool with the wool, slid off the DL
I'm low-key like seashells, I rock these bells
Now come aboard, it's my thing to bow into the chamber
And it's a whole different sound, it's a wide entrance
Small exit like a funnel, so deep it's picked up on radios and tunnels
Niggas are fascinated, how the shit begin?
Invaccinated, my logo is branded with the skin with the MC's cane
I live out the name to the air, to perform some hat
It's not cocaine, the act is sane
Before he dropped it on L.O.M, they've been to play
I can swap the blame, they're building to be born
Yo, rhythm in the tracks, the fuck is with them phone
The tracks, the tracks
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