SMITH.b - T-13 (feat. Pat the Azmatic) Lyrics

Blowing up like red barrels
I'm a caveman, savage, going feral
Everybody know my songs like a carol
I'm a miracle, you terrible, I'm pretty with the parables
Throwing shade like a parasol spin yo head like a carasol
F*ck bout y'all? Dip as if drama's involved
Spray it like an arisol I'm fresher than febreeze is
I'm pushing rocks like Jesus, magic with words like 'Please' is
Suicide doors and keyless, whip it like Indiana
I'm goin gorilla feces, I peel out loading bananas
Flipping the blow like the channels, Pull til I click the hammer
More dirty work than a hamper, these rappers pull-up they pampers
In the hammock. Shooting wide like panoramic
You fragile like ceramics, you can't f*ck with my antics
I pull it off like I planned it, I'll kick it until they can it
Throw you cross the stage to study aerodynamics
This that save the planet shit, minimal time to damage this
Mandibles get to cracking when i come back in to handle shit
Manage it, pull the tool then I bust you in the clavacle
It's more like a round of applause when we come clap at you
Put yo skull on the mantle keep it lit like a candle for the
Masterful, got the caddie full, Hannibal-esq cannibal
Cannonball in the money, bitches looking at me funny
Dummys'll get what's coming when I come kicking like Chun Li
Dundee, I'm in the water
With periscope or binoculars
Scope out a lick, mobster cinematographer
Shoot around your feet make you dance like choreographers
My man Pat will leave you seeing stars like an astronomer
Hit the coup, put the top up like a pompadour
Comindeer your commision then max the speedometer
Can't let em monitor, burner phones hit the ocean floor
Cause you know they watching my words like a stenographer
Word

Your problem?
I'm a God among men
And the devil on ur shoulder hoping you will go sin
To the sound of the music I be makin'
Mankinds not kind to my kind kin
The Wu tang lou kang shaolin monk spin
Double kicks wicked flips shoutin' finish hi
Look for love with Lucy, Nates not aloud in
The cremudgon eatin' onions see assumptions jump in...
I smoke pot and wear star wars tee shirts
And spit raw til my motherf*ckin' teeth hurt
I take off In my T13 to see if the hodgy station has what I need
I need at least 6 ounces of some fire ass weed
I make the fire water burn like Valcanion steam
RIP out ur heart start playing Kanos theme
Then I kill half the world that f*ckin' Thanos thing... uh
Acid trippin
I feel reality slipping
Bad thoughts do not listen
Let smoke blow dismiss it
These flows a pure visions
My 3rd eye see sounds the rush is pandemic
Go ham on track listings
Go mad on bad sentext
The way that I flow go hand with bad sentance
Ur flows get repo'd
The payments not with it
I told yall before I ain't no damn dip shit
Can see you ain't with it
Cant see you wack bitches
My 3rd eye is blurred to all of your ignorance
The gods have all spoke I'm woke that's our difference
The dpad is broke and the stick cant get with it naw...