Shit Talk
My pedigree is so heavily concecrated
Pyramids built by mortals shit my times wasting
Gotta eye blinking 3rd rock from the sun my niggas
Still standing in line waiting im the culture of 5 nations
I’m not Islamic but Allah got my head covered from Satan
My robe tailored and hair fragrant patchouli burns on the alter
For thoughts of my past language
Im fast pacing Speaking Swahili in the kingdom that Habari Gani
Santi Sana for the honor let’s be more than honest I’m sorta kinda just like a tank
It’s gone take more to stop us Cooking up classic after classic can’t afford my prices
And if you ask then I’m gone tell You know the tips are hollow
I’m underground wit a flow like water the boy a grotto
I spit that shit that can’t no toilet swallow
I'll put the super to yo medulla for acting foolish
You dummy’s keep getting the book thrown at you like Sunday schooling
You ain’t learn from your losses you exhausted and stuck on stupid
Nah I ain’t trippin just wish you would switch up on the way you moving
Blowing through the stratosphere half of you wouldn’t last a few
I’m dripping King shit from the tip of my dick don’t have to prove it
I’m in a class of my own and most y’all should probably grab a tutor
Then join forces and burn the nooses and start movement or something
Shit I am, my pimpin ice cold but when you feel it it’s like cayenne
My catalog is the finest my jacket patterns are high end Persian silks and lion
Draping over my shoulders while I’m on the road to Zion It’s nothing to move in silence
I was getting sharp you pussys perpetrating and lying
Got damn shit who raised bruh snitching type of nigga try to come up of yo pay stubs
What you think we made of you could never play us
We dangerous kickin shit like Jason Statham
I pull up on my noble steed the flow disease
I’m sick in the most incredible way hit below the knees
I tried to let em know the G cold just like zero degrees
Sorta like a blizzard in Switzerland Mm hold the cheese
Y’all remind me of meth addicts standing there head scratching
Tryna decipher what exactly happened when the left jab em
I gotta sock for all the suckas homie don’t play that
I’m kinda crazy get on the mic and yell mayday (Mayday)
Fuck yo Mercedes Shango the type hit the melee
Sexy lady’s won’t get no pay day
I’m dropping dynamite on all wack emcees like I was J.J.
My floe is butter on a biscuit don’t forget the gravy
Nah that shit don’t make no sense to me dawg
Nah that shit don’t make no sense to me
Nah that shit don’t make no sense to me dawg
Nah that shit don’t make no sense to me
Nah that shit don’t make no sense to me dawg
Nah that shit don’t make no sense to me
Nah that shit don’t make no sense to me dawg
Nah that shit don’t make no sense to me