キー: D minor
Verse 1
Lazarus
Crown
Know how wicked tried to
get inside my mind
The spectacular ambassador
I'm a master of immaculate vernacular
Y 'all is amateur, sorry
While I wildlife safaris in
Africa
My many styles is like the spawn
of tarantula
Accurate plans I draw like
Ben
Banneker
After which fans applaud my mic stamina
Put an ending to your calendar
my silence is
Cause my squad consists of nothin'
but your highnesses
Defraud you and get crushed
among the monitors
We stampede like rhinoceros
Smoke till green come out my oculus
Help me see jealousy like binoculars
Heaven without unity is impossible
Sellin' rocks is illogical
Cause my rhymes fill a hospital
the tropical sand
Smell the shit and rhyme
Don't try to get fly
Counterfeit guys
It's suicide when you see me on the instrumental
I'm in your hood on the low like corn liquor
Try to walk my shoes,
fam, you a show victim
Philly ain't the place to sleep, boy, you
better listen
Take it back to
Father
Lord with the wickedism
Fuck a prison,
I wanna change the black condition
Gm
Am
So I creep like a ninja with night vision
Slay niggas with mic precision,
hit em with a hard smash
Smoke the dark hash, pump your system
Track break up, I respond
like a car crash
Flippin' over,
this shit is at, homie
It's the good food, call it ravioli
I hammer down snakes
when they try to hold me
A hundred steps, die slow
While I slide in my fly
King
Rose
Peace to versatile style pro
Call me
Apollo
Sell the shit and ride
Don't try to get fly
Counterfeit guys, when I spit mine
Fill this shit and ride,
don't try to get fly
Counterfeit guys, when I spit mine
G
C
Feel it in your body when the beat collide
Fly by the time,
Peepin' the lies,
reachin' the prize
G
Am
Scoopin' all the hunnies cause
Try as you may,
G
C
y 'all brothers can't see me in any way
Angle and position, I play like loose sex
Like
X
Billy
Pullin' fresh rhymes straight
from my solar plex
Hold your breath, from my death next
Thomas for the best,
I like behind more than breast
Enlightened, kind, budding backs
Keep I either crime or the text
Basically I rock,
no time for fakin' on the block
Or I'm taking over spots like cops
that be sneaking for the night
I awaken from the plot and leave
you quaking from the drop
Fill this shit and ride, don't try to get fly
The counterfeit dies when I spit mine
Fill this shit and ride, don't try to get fly
The counterfeit dies when I spit mine
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