[Intro spoken by R-Mean]
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[Verse 1: Apollo Poetry]
I've got the foresight of a holden one, the anointed one
Appointed one, Holy Son in the shogun, rolled in one [?]
With the heart of rhodium, thoughts of imposium
Y'all are imposing them, wall to wall, pandemonium
I go left, there's nothing right, I go right, there's nothing left
I go up, I leave the Earth, it gets down to the final breath
You ain't saying nothing, designer's conundrum
You dumb-dumb, you'd better pull a Gump and go run-run
I send 'em, you either burn them or become them
With one drum, you wanna beat them I choose to love them
It's undone, got the stink, that's what the odour is
Put your hands up like you're putting on deodorant
If life's a bitch then I'mma treat her like a goddess
Be her accomplice, together there's nothing we can't accomplish
I grab the mic, like a [?], with a blast of light, gonna rap it tight
Better rap it right, my passion for rapping just happens to be an appetite
Hungry, for the best version of myself
Not a parking ticket, and I don't need validation from someone else
These hypochondriacs think that they're ill
But a man who's blessed will manifest exactly how he feels
That's real, tell them how you feel
That's real, t-tell them how you feel...
[Verse 2: Capital Z]
Yeah, uh, microphone clocked in, time to go to work
Sunglasses and... [?]
Last night was mad fake, bunch of dudes I can't stand giving me handshakes
Can I get a break? Wait
There's so much more to my people than cigar ashes, car crashes and Kardashians
R dashing them, mashing, way down with the hoopla
Most of you dudes is kuklas, hoo-rah
I am out of order, I am out of line
I am Sandy Hook, I am Columbine
I would show you fuckers what is on my mind
But I'm too fucking old, you're too fucking blind
Dick riding, nutsack climbing
I see this every twenty-four like a black mobber out in LA
Can't afford a house in the hills though
Hundred-fifty thousand a year, now I feel blown [?]
Calling on all you scumbags
One hundred and one bad bitches
You just got that one hag in a cum-rag
I'm done man, I ain't dealing with amateurs
So next time you holla at me, know my parameters-
Animus, courteous, that means I'm mad nice
You put me to sleep like I had rice, asswipe
That's right, swerve through the streets like a Lotus
Your style's too weak like a [?]
They know this
I put my money on my dunnies
I might not crack a smile but all of you suckers funny
Funny to me, funny to us
And whether you love or hate, it's more money for us
I'm done
[Verse 3: Patrick Antonian]
Ha, yo, we fortified like a Cadillac 45
Crossing the borderline, top-back lose my mind
My cousin trap, hit me back, doing 2-to-5
Shook cats better kill yourself, suicide
This the dawning of a higher calling
Kinetic shogun assassin, the prince of a killer army
Swooping through [?] in the black [Benzino?]
I crashed the whip same night we crashed the party
Blowing circles of smoke of the pure dope
Everybody got a way that they cope
Elusive, loaded AKs and visions of hope
Coast to coast, we connect, raw, like kilos of coke
I got the warlock like [?] the ghost
In the streets you a joke like a comedy roast
Yeah, big [?] young thugsta
Got your girl head over heels for a certified hustler
That's the motto and the G-code
So hooked that I might try to take your weed sack like debo
It's your neighbourhood repo
Clocking MC notes, connected with some killers from the east coast
Now I'm fiction when my mind's on friction [?]
Dodging convictions and every single jurisdiction
In a vision like Stevie, storming through the streets in the evening
Fueled by the fire that feeds me, boy I'm fed up
[Verse 4: BlackJack]
Yeah, look, listen
Ain't no arrogance, 'cos I'm maring 'em
[?]
I'm swearing, [no spamming?], preparing these characters to perish
In the barest [?]
Imperative that I stop adopting
It's not asylum, you talking lies
And you getting dropped to the size of Andy Miller knockers
Nigga you not fit for problems
Cos when I rock, Istanbul
But when them niggas spit, homie, it's [?]
So I rip 'em in the middle of little Armenia
On a mission with my militia, assisting on social media
Seen the scheme, premium, me, Mean, Capital Z
The team, being half the reason MCs in this region is eager to see us defeated
We're in the disease [?]
You ain't seizing the moment, so what's your motive?
Cos motivation to get your further
So whatever road you devoted to going know I own it
Classic vernacular, accurate, master, they add them at every last adjective [?]
If no opponent's a bonus, this shit is practise
I'm asking if niggas bolt, action, and got an issue get at 'em
Don't be yapping like you active, then cracked on that [?]
Cos I've seen you bitching 'em
Your bar's harder to believe than [?]'s innocence
Speaking of him the only type of hood you been in
Is the one they killed the kid in, no kidding
This bitch a gimmick, a vivid vision of fiction
I'm finished
[Verse 5: Nazo Bravo]
Ayo, yeah
Welcome to the feast, call a priest
In the belly of the beast, y’all delicate as geese
This shit ain’t for everybody; pure facts
Cats focus more on Snapchat than they tracks
It’s a goddamn shame
And I’m seasoned enough, so fuck salt
Put respect on my name
Industry snakes want a piece of my delivery
I don’t trust a motherfucking word like Hillary
Uh, one time for all my felons
Pimp, who you telling get more ass than Ellen
The Life of Bravo, TLOB
Puts some OTs sipping VSOP
When I spit, bitch, feel my pain
Bird brains call strain, trying to steal my range, oh man
She wanna be a star
Can’t sing, can’t act, can’t dance, so she gotta play the flute
Rappers think they cute
Before you shoot
I’mma slap these kids around like a gorilla in a zoo
From Cali to the Shire, Cincinnati to Dubai
They recognise worldwide
This is mighty high, motherfucker, uh-huh
[Verse 6: R-Mean]
Yeah, cos ain't no such thing as halfway
Look, y'all motherfuckers party too much, and rap about partying too much
What exactly is you celebrating?
You in the club with no money, your parents broke
And still ain't got no job, why exactly is you hesitating?
Thinking you gon be the next rap star
Little homie, why you rushing like USSR?
To be the best you beat the best so I beat myself repeatedly
Immediately, you like 'Oh yes, that's all.'
Rap god, [?] act [?] when we are raw, we gon keep rising
God willing, Hisha Law
Cats be like 'Ayo R, is it true that you a pharmacist?
So, you like a doctor that's healing patients?'
And I'm like, 'Well, yeah, pretty much, but I'd much rather heal people through music than through medication.'
So I quit my job at Rite Aid and started spitting
Fucker's handy, I'll get you bars with no prescription
See my country's at war, so we gon stand for this
And I ain't talking lean when I say that we some activists
Your flow is emoji homie, you're an OG that's smoking OGs
We're growing [?]
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