[Verse 1] I smell sulfate, see Somethin's still burning from my last one take When I made rapping great again, oh, wait a second I lost the game 'Cause the top 15 was a slap in the face, dog So, I'm back with the napalm, a hatchet and masking tape To take AKT AKTION and Futuristic back to the nearest Studio Bound, gagged and draped Better back up a taxi or van with the money, first place cash in the hand While im wonderin' what i gotta' do to get a bit of credit When I shouldn't ever be, like a small white In a half pipe, get 'em mad hyped like a satellite antenna When I crash, tone never, oh heaven, my career got a half pride bong And then calcide and now bite the [momel-white?] Yeah that's right, your raps like a fucking [?] anacrite, just back nine, cuz the leg might couldn't now spike back strike
So let me get another chance to attack mics The one with the half of the wrath, that I pack and a punch When I'm crabbieng cake and my guns, got a mac and a pump In the back my trunk, when I am pashin' the box top the neck and I'm practically, acting the Hagrid the wizard with words And I'm witty, and wicked, when thinking of slurs with the dick in the nerves, they be earthin' the person who's fixing the spurt But I'm back with the blood, body's I'm stackin' 'em up, like [?] Kicking the dirt, baggin' 'em up with the zipper 'n' [?] [?] And Lincoln's occur when I'm taking bitch to the curb, girls, [?] When I be heard when you fuckin' with the number one in the world What?! I said I'm one in the world, I think I'm turning the pearl There's not another [?] upon this and one's that's the devil There's someone in heaven, I'm nothin' but revvin' I'm stuck and the devil I'm turnin' to Ebony Sauce as well [?] Pungent not back in the wreck, it'll get me to hurl
'Cause I'm sick and sadistic, bitch, I'm freakin' wicked Mercilessness, Perseus and Hercules, when I murderin' beats So fucking mythic, see me and futuristic syphilitic in rhythmic Until the track is cataclysmic, check the statistic These other rappers are like pigs and lipstick they're too simplistic Dogs spit more prolific, I'm a terrific rap musician, wait, magician The way I twist these linguistics is borderline horrific it's not logistic Or realistic the basis of limits within our universe is not existing When I do a verse I'm past the point of astrophysics I'm just a glitch in the system, listen I'm cryptic wisdom Without delivering an amount of mission To use the power dealt in hand, my words can melt like gas [?] Alcatraz, I spit lighting when rapping and leave behind the thunder LikeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
