[Verse 1]:
Enemies only live once, so "YOLO" is appropriate
Associates will leave them redder than the Soviets
Come in clutch, we're undefeated but don't judge as such
Struggle much, I'll have them jumping like it's double Dutch
Verses running on for longer than my memories
Creating samples with a song made in the seventies
Hateful as death, serving a plateful of flesh
David Koresh, describe my finest lines as "fateful at best"
Feel strife, cause I'm the son of Sam in real life
Deal twice, I'm cutting samples with my steel knife
Define my name, lines full of fire and flame
Rivals get maimed, I'm undecided if my rhymes are to blame
Regional clout, cause anyone is who we'd beat in a bout
Bleeding 'em out, my team is mean beyond a reasonable doubt
Silence Of The Lambs, we're gonna tie their legs and hands
Denying I'm the man? They'll find you lying where you stand
Eggs Benedict, like you're in the kitchen with Pope
Slitting your throat, my team is greener than medicinal dope
Hannibal Rising, silencing my rivals with an arrow
Spilling in the streets, Elite, with Heat like I'm De Niro
Cradle deference, the third time I've made the reference
Play with weapons, every rhyme I write a fatal lesson
Know we're in front, soul like Thelonious Monk
At home and you're drunk, my flow is like the ocean, you're sunk
My divine right's to rhyme tight, find me in the limelight
Grind 'em like the fine white, smite 'em in the line of sight
Making classics, General Patton with the greatest tactics
Blaze the ashes, smallest state although it's made of Catholics
Cavort with whores and breasts, you're thwarted more or less
A quarter Swedish, like The Girl Who Kicked The Hornet's Nest
Beast mode, shoot at us, we'll empty out then reload
The only way you'll ever beat me is if you're using cheat codes
[Verse 2]:
Cut samples with my steak knives, break 'fore I take lives
Brigham Young, eight wives, Time Out, "Take Five"
Feeling the beat, hit the road cause we're still in the street
Killer Elite, but De Niro was the villain in Heat
No stoppin' me, got a flow that's making coppers flee
Apostasy, eating pasta, reading Kafka, G
Channel forty-seven, watching Rachel on the tele
Eating steak I copped from delis, hate like Machiavelli
Waste time, that's official, reading Nation back issues
Jazz tissue, leave 'em grabbing for their black pistols
Desperate for more, smacking on the despertador
Weapons in drawers, bringing Armageddon galore
Never conservative, but we're here forever like preservatives
Answer in affirmative, doubt they had the nerve to live
In the downpour, host your downfall outdoors
I'm spitting change-ups, you're tossing me a ground ball
You know the globe couldn't stop me, got flow like Rollo Tomasi
You're extolling the Nazis, I'm in a hole with my posse
Too poor to invest in, Aldous Huxley, Doors Of Perception
Court is in session, slam you to the boards like Ovechkin
Lyrical blowback, so you can feel the force of my weapon
We're award-winning, you receive the poorest reception
Obnoxious haters flock for acres just to cop the paper
I'm a top debater, son, you're just a watch-and-waiter
Like De Niro, thirty seconds then I'm walking away
I'll only say "my competition's great" on Opposite Day
At 6'4" and 140, I'm a physical giant
Gonna study my opponents like political science
Game-changing rap, this is what they're not used to
My stated aim is "Kill Them All" like I'm Odd Future
Changing up the genre, like it's Cabin In The Woods
The only thing more frightening? We're rappin' in your hood
Enemies only live once, so "YOLO" is appropriate
Associates will leave them redder than the Soviets
Come in clutch, we're undefeated but don't judge as such
Struggle much, I'll have them jumping like it's double Dutch
Verses running on for longer than my memories
Creating samples with a song made in the seventies
Hateful as death, serving a plateful of flesh
David Koresh, describe my finest lines as "fateful at best"
Feel strife, cause I'm the son of Sam in real life
Deal twice, I'm cutting samples with my steel knife
Define my name, lines full of fire and flame
Rivals get maimed, I'm undecided if my rhymes are to blame
Regional clout, cause anyone is who we'd beat in a bout
Bleeding 'em out, my team is mean beyond a reasonable doubt
Silence Of The Lambs, we're gonna tie their legs and hands
Denying I'm the man? They'll find you lying where you stand
Eggs Benedict, like you're in the kitchen with Pope
Slitting your throat, my team is greener than medicinal dope
Hannibal Rising, silencing my rivals with an arrow
Spilling in the streets, Elite, with Heat like I'm De Niro
Cradle deference, the third time I've made the reference
Play with weapons, every rhyme I write a fatal lesson
Know we're in front, soul like Thelonious Monk
At home and you're drunk, my flow is like the ocean, you're sunk
My divine right's to rhyme tight, find me in the limelight
Grind 'em like the fine white, smite 'em in the line of sight
Making classics, General Patton with the greatest tactics
Blaze the ashes, smallest state although it's made of Catholics
Cavort with whores and breasts, you're thwarted more or less
A quarter Swedish, like The Girl Who Kicked The Hornet's Nest
Beast mode, shoot at us, we'll empty out then reload
The only way you'll ever beat me is if you're using cheat codes
[Verse 2]:
Cut samples with my steak knives, break 'fore I take lives
Brigham Young, eight wives, Time Out, "Take Five"
Feeling the beat, hit the road cause we're still in the street
Killer Elite, but De Niro was the villain in Heat
No stoppin' me, got a flow that's making coppers flee
Apostasy, eating pasta, reading Kafka, G
Channel forty-seven, watching Rachel on the tele
Eating steak I copped from delis, hate like Machiavelli
Waste time, that's official, reading Nation back issues
Jazz tissue, leave 'em grabbing for their black pistols
Desperate for more, smacking on the despertador
Weapons in drawers, bringing Armageddon galore
Never conservative, but we're here forever like preservatives
Answer in affirmative, doubt they had the nerve to live
In the downpour, host your downfall outdoors
I'm spitting change-ups, you're tossing me a ground ball
You know the globe couldn't stop me, got flow like Rollo Tomasi
You're extolling the Nazis, I'm in a hole with my posse
Too poor to invest in, Aldous Huxley, Doors Of Perception
Court is in session, slam you to the boards like Ovechkin
Lyrical blowback, so you can feel the force of my weapon
We're award-winning, you receive the poorest reception
Obnoxious haters flock for acres just to cop the paper
I'm a top debater, son, you're just a watch-and-waiter
Like De Niro, thirty seconds then I'm walking away
I'll only say "my competition's great" on Opposite Day
At 6'4" and 140, I'm a physical giant
Gonna study my opponents like political science
Game-changing rap, this is what they're not used to
My stated aim is "Kill Them All" like I'm Odd Future
Changing up the genre, like it's Cabin In The Woods
The only thing more frightening? We're rappin' in your hood
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