I love it, when a planning comes together.
I need to film this, it's good, look at it, okay everyone, we're gonna go check out the
studio right now, completely shaking.
Everyone's okay, calm down, relax.
Okay guys, this is gonna get bigger, we gotta get out.
Is everyone okay?
Yeah, everybody okay.
Okay, yeah, I'm filming, I got this on tape, that's just cool.
Oh wow.
You guys okay?
Yeah, everybody okay.
Everyone's dizzy because it's just an earthquake.
It might get bigger, so it's okay.
No, it might get bigger.
Can you feel the light?
See that shit dog?
Earthquake dog, straight up, it's gonna get bigger dude.
I'm afraid that it's gonna get bigger right now dude.
We're gonna get stoned dude, it's just happening.
It's all good guys, all good.
Okay, okay, yeah, happy notice.
Sit and listen, you might find a truth, you might find a lie.
You might find a thank you, a thank you, you might find a lie.
Thank fucking thank you.
AND Aいや, thank you!
Oh, my God!
Yes!
Yay!
Whoa!
Let's see.
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, yeah.
Alex Miranda.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, yeah.
What, big balls?
That's why when I spit, you click stars.
I'm a pickle, I'm just dog, I'm just raw.
What, split y'all, holler and soar?
Then I dish y'all, all of y'all niggas get pissed off.
Claiming you pissed off.
I want trauma, wanna make a scary movie.
Rappers coming in with their team and Carrie Tulles.
You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me.
We hard hitting, directing and starring in it.
Y'all want trauma, wanna make a scary movie.
Rappers coming in with their team and Carrie Tulles.
You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me.
We hard hitting, directing and starring in it.
The one man on the planet that'll drive off with the Grand Canyon.
High plotter with Grand Diamond, landing and hand standing.
Any man planning to battle will get snatched out of his clothes so fast
that it'll look like an invisible man standing.
I'm headed for hell.
I'd rather be dead or in jail.
Bill Clinton, hit this, and you'd rather be in hell.
Cause any MC that chooses to go against me
is getting taken advantage of like Monica Lewinsky.
Came home in a frenzy, pushing the 10 speed.
Screaming the hand pain, three spokes sticking out of my pant leg.
Fuck a headache, give me your mind blank.
Damn it, I like pain.
Used to be anywhere that I might gain.
I'd like to take Lolo from everything, man.
Peace.
Yeah, remember when I had my first.
Two turntables.
Fuck what you've heard, you ain't heard this before.
Fuck you fools, just believe it in your own height.
How you want it, we got it?
Oh, yeah.
Who you gon' strip, it's like you the champion?
I've been laying, waiting for your next mistake.
This is it, what?
How's it be going with a little something like this?
Oh, shit.
There's a song on the radio.
That shit was pretty fast.
Nah, I heard your break song.
Ain't no new song on the radio.
Sounded just like it.
Nah, nah, nah.
Fuck you breaks.
Ain't no new song on the radio.
Fuck you.
Yo, man, I pay them no attention.
I say leave it to the tech.
Cause I leave the trips alone.
Cause the name is not David.
Copperfield Park is never man, it don't hate it.
So let it be stated.
Niggas couldn't bait it with an attic.
And Xerox and Z's are pathetic.
They're trying to duplicate, but they're coming out synthetic.
They name it booty, brown and pony, MD, forget it.
Brown's like a balloon that got a pen in it, because my shit be poppin.
Like gin and juice, I'll seduce these ex to get loose when I'm droppin.
These rhymes on drums, like my nigga, Jeff, Jeff.
My style is more renowned than what happens after that.
I compress like your breath up in your brush.
Wack them seeds like that on soda get crushed.
Well, it's a family.
There many are so transparent.
You can't believe your eyes when you stare at me.
It's ghostly and mostly the eyes, too.
You ain't just one this game before your eyes, too.
You ain't got glitter.
For many moons, I've been a go-getter.
Took miles of manure from the Paris Bullshitter.
Now the motherfuckers ain't with us to get us.
It won't shame to cut through their neural transmittance.
We do it this way.
We do it this way.
We must respect me, because I come directly from my internal.
While my eternal inferno's deadly towering and overpowering.
All sour-sounding.
Wishing, wishing, wishing, washing competition.
Definitely wagon-like and any stable ammunition.
Change your mission.
Listen.
My way of salutations get no validations.
It's rejections and ejections out of my heart.
Come on and taste the real.
Step on the side and confide in the field.
I reside by still water, just a gear on the wheel.
No fear on this field, just a son of diva.
Won't leave my field, my field.
That's the far side, shit.
That's the far side.
You feel that?
Right, right.
What's up, baby, y'all?
