[Intro ] Yo this is that dungeon shit you know what I’m saying? That Bat Cave 9-2, RAD life you know. Coop Killa
[Verse 1 ] Ayo you better flee, opps Or get your head blown 3 blocks No patience for suckers and busters get they knees popped Ain't time for questions and answers, thats word to Iverson I’m bout the game and y'all talking bout practice, come off them Reeboks I’m bringing rap back, and I don’t need no backpack Cause the homies got duffle bags, fuck a knapsack Black kings, badmon fly like big wings Locking shit down like solitary up in Xin Xing Do re mi fa so la I’m cosmic solar Told the chola “hola”, then the next thing you know I’m all up in that chocha Feel me? Make shit pop and I ain't talking about a wheelie Silly Dilly, I’m so crazy, wavy, 90’s baby Flaming niggas like a god, I’m bout to tell 'em call me Hades Maybe then they’ll think I’m hot off top Let me stop,let it rock, no I’m not Its politics as usual and I’ma state it now I’m Gotham Citys saviour bow down
[hook] I’m in the cave nightly all black and they watching tryna know wassup What up blood? What up cuz? Hold up man you don’t even know me son, you just a joker Riddle me this, riddle me that Why you wanna know where I be at? I be in that Bat Cave, all black I be in that Bat Cave, all black
[verse 2] I’m in the dark of the cave with the bats, where the fortress at? Got corpses with white tees and the air forces black Who that? Who that? Rip track, boom bap, do rock Can’t put me in a box, I got too many flavors right on deck Check. Hilarious, these homies ask me if I’m still rapping I should’ve said nah cause what I do is heavenly Sent to me, its meant to be In other words an entity And if you ain’t my friend then you my motherfucking enemy I’m ripping these niggas up limb for limb, how you think you compare to me? Never look into my eyes I’ll turn you to stone; Medusa. You scared of me Better stay up in your lane my nigga you lame you never compare to me Not equal. Bow down, homie we not peoples I think you got yourself into a situation Holding conversations and know your limitations Face it, you basic Word to my mother you ain’t shit Better remember that [?]
[Hook]
[outro] Its that dungeon shit you know? Its Coop Killer Brooklyn really iller. Feel me?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
