Lyrics:
Spittin butane, producin flames
My reigns gettin brighter
'Cause my brain is a lighter
All contained in a fighter
Playin games like a minor
Like cocaine in a sniper
Like a crane, straight up, insane
Your brain gettin wiser
I promise to cause traumas
Going kamikaze on the track
Unpredictable, no Nostradamus
So tell your baby mamas
Its not about the dollars
It aint all about the benajamins
Im a blue collar scholar
But I still need some mozzarella
Need to keep the chrome on the helicopter propellers
Monopolize the game, boardwalk Rockefeller
But still a revolutionary, call me Mandella
Ella, ella, need an umbrella
Makin it rain, gutter flow, straight down to the cellar
In reality, Im a pretty cool fella
They call me a melody, forget the acapella
My verses are evidence
My purpose is resonant
Compared to the hell in im
So, ladies and gentlemen, get down with the adrenaline
This crazy experiment results in this eloquence
Ive suffered depression of higher intelligence
Gettin hugs and kisses, the haters are irelevant
The pain - negligent
The stage of development where we maintain our eminence
We remain by settin precedents
Wow, thats a mouthful
The best show in town, every night is a houseful
They thought I couldn't make it but theyre gettin kinda doubtful
Genocide from the voicebox, human rights council
I am the greater
360 complete, more degrees than the equator
Startin to make dough, you can call me the baker
But bye for now, shalom, salaam alaekum
this is horrible
Punjabimunda23 10 months ago
@Punjabimunda23
<3.
SkeptikVerses 10 months ago 4