Speakeazy - (NOX)terrorem Lyrics

Cold flow, that's the way I be spitting
'Cause these children turn to men man who are they kidding
They trapping hard in their songs but they soft like kitten
They narcissistic like Ye, Trump's cock he licking
I'm mocking bitches and columns hittin'
The mosh they pitting
The shot like Pippen
The cause effect
They come for Cosby's neck
And rightfully so, but when's the last time we went to comedy shows
And sat down, laughing, not worried about shit
The printer's broken someone get the counterfeit
People worried about what do I get out of this
And that's the reason you be out of it
You be childish
I've been adamant
Adding shit, add it up
ATM flows I ain't had enough
People robbing stores like it ain't been bad enough
Check your motive, check your alibi
You ain't got a motor, shit is like a broken calculator it ain't adding up

Pick it up, drop it down for a real one
Do it for yourself, do it for the ville son
Do it for the money, do it for the bitches
Do it for the people when it get slow, they switching
'Cause people don't listen, they blind to your vision
They hide when I visit, the grass where they hissing
The words that they spitting, they fiction like griffons
Extinct like dodos, say it twice so you know though
Shit is funny 'til I ain't there for photos
You locked up from popo
You goin' so loco
And all because you want to be a blood cell
Could paint a picture, put it in a nutshell
Complaining bitches they get tossed like dumbbells
'Member the people remember the weak shit
I'm viral like Zika, mosquitoes they leeching
I'm spookin' the bitches like I'm an Oujia, board
You pull up your britches unless you're receiving, whore
And that's the reason you don't get shit done
'Cause you tryna run the marathon before they shot the gun
The coach called a bunt you tryna hit a home run
You ran before you crawled, this shit's just begun
Because I got a bone to pick with motherf*ckers like you
Rapping 'bout guns, you ain't even got a crew
Tryna run the block, you ain't even tied your shoes
Tried to answer question, you ain't even got a clue
Tried to buy a house, you ain't even pass go
Hopped up in the rap game, you ain't even got a flow, uh

You motherf*ckers wish I was done, uh
Really be thinking you coming on this side
Step up to me and you end on your rear side
People be actin, ruling the masses, druggin' like acid,
Turnin the axis over on its side
People like you I been passing for a minute
Karma is a bitch and just like yours I have been in it
You been running on ice and the shit is gettin' thin
You'll be sittin' on your ass right where the f*ck you been
Bitch
I'm done