Circa '97 Im the king of the crop
I'm switching flows and choosing styles making everything bop
And imma give you all a minute then I'm storming the top
Your favorite artists will flop
I got you begging to stop
This is something that you gotta hear before you see
This shit it be so sick you gon contract a damn disease
And if you think that I ain't got em shaking down to their knees
Then I'm a spit this harder till none of y'all can breathe
Try and make record straight
I hope you get a medic
Cause if not I'm gonna break it off before you get to set it
And If you think all I got is the madness to act prophetic
Then just leave me out your playlist
I don't f*ck with your aesthetic
Bringing out that energy potential to kinetic
Got that heat that flow when dragons breath ya burning in a second
And if anybody doubting me my words will wax poetic
Open palm across your cheek until the finger print embedded
F*ck do you mean
We get this green
I got no money
Causing a scene
Empty the racks
Bruh is you clean?
You be at subway
Hocking CDS
F*ck do you mean
We get this green
I got no money
Causing a scene
Empty the racks
Bruh is you clean?
You be at subway
Hocking CDS
F*ckdo you mean
F*ck do you mean
I'm the picture perfect agitator
Break ya teeth its now or later
Fist ballistic leave a crater
Judge decide to relocate ya
Breathing trough a ventilator
Muffled talking just like Vader
Livin life in incubators
Knuckle dusting gladiators
F*cking busting instigators
Run amok and torching trailers
Car in clutch and dodging freighters
Punch it up accelerator
Life is such for innovators
Midas touching violators
Strife a crutch for imitators
Brightest bunch determined traitors
He said shit I'm on my way
I got a racket in the trunk and I ain't coming to play
And if you f*cking with the punks then we gon find where you stay
I hope my mind doesn't stray
Away from rules I obey
I pray for any delay
I'm made of paper mache
A hollow fake attaché
And imma break the cache
My roots blackened and grey
Radioactive decay
I need a faraday Cage
If imma escape judgment day
It's all talk yuh
Riding in the shotgun
Hope you gon get popped son
Cooking in the hot sun
Frying up some won tons
Crispy pork on bao buns
Culinary Shao khan
That's who you can count on
Keep the window shade drawn
Basement filled with radon
Heat'll melt a crayon
We're already days gone
Fighting off the hell spawn
Cracking through the front lawn
Sky Is darkened through dawn
And we just give a soft yawn
F*ck do you mean
We get this green
I got no money
Causing a scene
Empty the racks
Bruh is you clean?
You be at subway
Hocking CDS
F*ck do you mean
We get this green
I got no money
Causing a scene
Empty the racks
Bruh is you clean?
You be at subway
Hocking CDS
F*ckdo you mean
F*ck do you mean
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Circa '97 Im the king of the crop
I'm switching flows and choosing styles making everything bop
And imma give you all a minute then I'm storming the top
Your favorite artists will flop
I got you begging to stop
This is something that you gotta hear before you see
This shit it be so sick you gon contract a damn disease
And if you think that I ain't got em shaking down to their knees
Then I'm a spit this harder till none of y'all can breathe
Try and make record straight
I hope you get a medic
Cause if not I'm gonna break it off before you get to set it
And If you think all I got is the madness to act prophetic
Then just leave me out your playlist
I don't f*ck with your aesthetic
Bringing out that energy potential to kinetic
Got that heat that flow when dragons breath ya burning in a second
And if anybody doubting me my words will wax poetic
Open palm across your cheek until the finger print embedded
F*ck do you mean
We get this green
I got no money
Causing a scene
Empty the racks
Bruh is you clean?
You be at subway
Hocking CDS
F*ck do you mean
We get this green
I got no money
Causing a scene
Empty the racks
Bruh is you clean?
You be at subway
Hocking CDS
F*ckdo you mean
F*ck do you mean
I'm the picture perfect agitator
Break ya teeth its now or later
Fist ballistic leave a crater
Judge decide to relocate ya
Breathing trough a ventilator
Muffled talking just like Vader
Livin life in incubators
Knuckle dusting gladiators
F*cking busting instigators
Run amok and torching trailers
Car in clutch and dodging freighters
Punch it up accelerator
Life is such for innovators
Midas touching violators
Strife a crutch for imitators
Brightest bunch determined traitors
He said shit I'm on my way
I got a racket in the trunk and I ain't coming to play
And if you f*cking with the punks then we gon find where you stay
I hope my mind doesn't stray
Away from rules I obey
I pray for any delay
I'm made of paper mache
A hollow fake attaché
And imma break the cache
My roots blackened and grey
Radioactive decay
I need a faraday Cage
If imma escape judgment day
It's all talk yuh
Riding in the shotgun
Hope you gon get popped son
Cooking in the hot sun
Frying up some won tons
Crispy pork on bao buns
Culinary Shao khan
That's who you can count on
Keep the window shade drawn
Basement filled with radon
Heat'll melt a crayon
We're already days gone
Fighting off the hell spawn
Cracking through the front lawn
Sky Is darkened through dawn
And we just give a soft yawn
F*ck do you mean
We get this green
I got no money
Causing a scene
Empty the racks
Bruh is you clean?
You be at subway
Hocking CDS
F*ck do you mean
We get this green
I got no money
Causing a scene
Empty the racks
Bruh is you clean?
You be at subway
Hocking CDS
F*ckdo you mean
F*ck do you mean
I'm switching flows and choosing styles making everything bop
And imma give you all a minute then I'm storming the top
Your favorite artists will flop
I got you begging to stop
This is something that you gotta hear before you see
This shit it be so sick you gon contract a damn disease
And if you think that I ain't got em shaking down to their knees
Then I'm a spit this harder till none of y'all can breathe
Try and make record straight
I hope you get a medic
Cause if not I'm gonna break it off before you get to set it
And If you think all I got is the madness to act prophetic
Then just leave me out your playlist
I don't f*ck with your aesthetic
Bringing out that energy potential to kinetic
Got that heat that flow when dragons breath ya burning in a second
And if anybody doubting me my words will wax poetic
Open palm across your cheek until the finger print embedded
F*ck do you mean
We get this green
I got no money
Causing a scene
Empty the racks
Bruh is you clean?
You be at subway
Hocking CDS
F*ck do you mean
We get this green
I got no money
Causing a scene
Empty the racks
Bruh is you clean?
You be at subway
Hocking CDS
F*ckdo you mean
F*ck do you mean
I'm the picture perfect agitator
Break ya teeth its now or later
Fist ballistic leave a crater
Judge decide to relocate ya
Breathing trough a ventilator
Muffled talking just like Vader
Livin life in incubators
Knuckle dusting gladiators
F*cking busting instigators
Run amok and torching trailers
Car in clutch and dodging freighters
Punch it up accelerator
Life is such for innovators
Midas touching violators
Strife a crutch for imitators
Brightest bunch determined traitors
He said shit I'm on my way
I got a racket in the trunk and I ain't coming to play
And if you f*cking with the punks then we gon find where you stay
I hope my mind doesn't stray
Away from rules I obey
I pray for any delay
I'm made of paper mache
A hollow fake attaché
And imma break the cache
My roots blackened and grey
Radioactive decay
I need a faraday Cage
If imma escape judgment day
It's all talk yuh
Riding in the shotgun
Hope you gon get popped son
Cooking in the hot sun
Frying up some won tons
Crispy pork on bao buns
Culinary Shao khan
That's who you can count on
Keep the window shade drawn
Basement filled with radon
Heat'll melt a crayon
We're already days gone
Fighting off the hell spawn
Cracking through the front lawn
Sky Is darkened through dawn
And we just give a soft yawn
F*ck do you mean
We get this green
I got no money
Causing a scene
Empty the racks
Bruh is you clean?
You be at subway
Hocking CDS
F*ck do you mean
We get this green
I got no money
Causing a scene
Empty the racks
Bruh is you clean?
You be at subway
Hocking CDS
F*ckdo you mean
F*ck do you mean
Writer: Christopher Yee, Kevin Musliner
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid