[Verse: Dontique and CF]
Hands talking by pressing letters
Leave fingerprints in fans’ minds so they never forget us. They ain’t
Killing shit, just setting up like the case of berettas
Rep for all the kids at the schools laced with asbestos
Crown jewels fought through these pressures
Pen’s hot, silver samurai sword left on la mesa
Burn this motherfucker down, comp leaving on stretchers. Body shit
‘Til they give up rap or limp like Mason Betha. Yo!
BMR? We dеad y’all. The graveyard? I work that shift
We killing rappеrs, take a dirt nap quick. Ayyo, your chick?
She wanna drown a nigga, bird bad bitch. The thirst
Trap spit, she give me head on some nerd rap shit, yeah
She could suck the sea of information out a data bank
Got the killa looking drained like Bane [?] tank
Some claim he a GOAT. Well, I’ma have to snatch a ram
And crack a motherfucker in half into a rack of lambs
Dope as a mule packing grams
And bodying lines like I felt the balloon snap on the tram
Fly nigga, half the phlegm, levels unidentified
High, looking for [?] cigarettes when I have to land
Only piggyback when they half the man
Artist devoid of original thought—now that’s the scam
Ambitiously pass your plans, we’re cold enough
To shut ‘em down like decaying Soviet shuttles in Kazakhstan
We gon’ kill the travel ban, we the Trump undertakers
Take Trump under, see the Viet Cong tunnel-maker
Neocons love to hate us. Grad from the School of Hard Knocks
Plus his wifey heartthrob—that’s a double major
You a dog. We the fucking greatest—the East’ll validate
Then I’ll win two terms in Cali state like The Governator
No muscle-maker, my arms swole like Arnold
Suffocate the tough behavior [?] to your puppy nature
Shoes big as wheels on scrapers—feel them, you’ll know the feeling. Deflate dreams
Like Pinhead in a bouncy house chasing his children
Lace ya, always had enough nerve to revive the feeling. They see
The savior’s easy to identify with the villains. Ayyo
Hate’ll be easiest to genocide when we kill it, tryna
Stop us, but they not us, an enterprise that we building. They bugging
They seem to not recognize that we the illest. When I
Step inside and spray the pesticides in their building—get ‘em!
Got your idols shook, popping Zannies while
Here to take this shit back, Orenthal James standing trial
Lames got y’all in denial. We analyzing features
Enhancing bodies of work Dr. Miami style
Send a message in a cloud, make ‘em reminisce
Give ‘em what they want like the O’Reilly settlements
Insulting my intelligence calling that shit hip hop. I call it
Death like embezzlement. Deaf and blind, you can’t tell me shit
We don’t need no bezel necklace to shine like diamonds. When I’m rhyming
Horrifying, Jack Nicholson in The Shining, combining
With blood diamond, “Here’s Johnny!” a homicide on my mind
Short-circuit, I’ll leave everything red [?]
I’m Donnie Yen, y’all Donny Osmond, y’all be Donald Duck, we Black Swans
Transform the game into Monster Island, making
Monolithics [?] Stonehenge
Mount Rushmore like monuments for rhymers dead or homied
Try me? Make you famous like Bonnie and Clyde’s tommy guns
Retire them from killing shit with words, these niggas Tommy “Buns”
Pressure’s there to see who succumbs. We just here to bring
A breath of fresh air like dudes with polio and iron lungs
How wack they gotta be before the crime is shunned? Let me know
‘Cause real shooters out here playing semi-pro, whole squad
Tryna see what that paper ‘bout, [?] semi dough
And they don’t want no parts of beef, Jennie-O’s—you already know
They just want the centerfold, they try to be like Nicky Barnes
On The New York Times cover ‘til they called out like intercoms
Got zero dough, play the hero role but got the image wrong
Dressed in a show, tux prepped like cold cuts from Jimmy John’s
It’s lunch time [?] bring our renaissance, ‘90s kids
Came in the game late on some Donner shit, getting breakfast on
But we ahead of our time. When the chef performs, we serve shit
For future restaurant franchises named Jeffery Dahm
Song got ‘em bugging out, schizophrenic insecticons
Turn fiends, tryna find where doses overrides the methadone
Artists when the weapons drawn pop ‘til every thought of doubt
Is dead and gone, mind in a world that ain’t fully terraformed
Hard for arms to be threatening when the head is gone, nobody move
If you ain’t get the menu, then you probably food. Underground [?]
I don’t see signs of greatness [?]
BMR, they swore that we was born to lose. We torch these dudes
We short the fuse, then our shock’ll get the salutation
See this alligator salivating by the power station
The beast feeds off of the energy from the crowd’s ovation
Got me getting bigger like Godzilla mixed with Polynesians
Got these cowards racing to their gym. Move inside, sucker
Arms stretched like I’m crucified [?]
We brutalize nuccas in this Rap Olympics, they getting
Clapped before they first lap. Now the track is finished
Hands talking by pressing letters
Leave fingerprints in fans’ minds so they never forget us. They ain’t
Killing shit, just setting up like the case of berettas
Rep for all the kids at the schools laced with asbestos
Crown jewels fought through these pressures
Pen’s hot, silver samurai sword left on la mesa
Burn this motherfucker down, comp leaving on stretchers. Body shit
‘Til they give up rap or limp like Mason Betha. Yo!
BMR? We dеad y’all. The graveyard? I work that shift
We killing rappеrs, take a dirt nap quick. Ayyo, your chick?
She wanna drown a nigga, bird bad bitch. The thirst
Trap spit, she give me head on some nerd rap shit, yeah
She could suck the sea of information out a data bank
Got the killa looking drained like Bane [?] tank
Some claim he a GOAT. Well, I’ma have to snatch a ram
And crack a motherfucker in half into a rack of lambs
Dope as a mule packing grams
And bodying lines like I felt the balloon snap on the tram
Fly nigga, half the phlegm, levels unidentified
High, looking for [?] cigarettes when I have to land
Only piggyback when they half the man
Artist devoid of original thought—now that’s the scam
Ambitiously pass your plans, we’re cold enough
To shut ‘em down like decaying Soviet shuttles in Kazakhstan
We gon’ kill the travel ban, we the Trump undertakers
Take Trump under, see the Viet Cong tunnel-maker
Neocons love to hate us. Grad from the School of Hard Knocks
Plus his wifey heartthrob—that’s a double major
You a dog. We the fucking greatest—the East’ll validate
Then I’ll win two terms in Cali state like The Governator
No muscle-maker, my arms swole like Arnold
Suffocate the tough behavior [?] to your puppy nature
Shoes big as wheels on scrapers—feel them, you’ll know the feeling. Deflate dreams
Like Pinhead in a bouncy house chasing his children
Lace ya, always had enough nerve to revive the feeling. They see
The savior’s easy to identify with the villains. Ayyo
Hate’ll be easiest to genocide when we kill it, tryna
Stop us, but they not us, an enterprise that we building. They bugging
They seem to not recognize that we the illest. When I
Step inside and spray the pesticides in their building—get ‘em!
Got your idols shook, popping Zannies while
Here to take this shit back, Orenthal James standing trial
Lames got y’all in denial. We analyzing features
Enhancing bodies of work Dr. Miami style
Send a message in a cloud, make ‘em reminisce
Give ‘em what they want like the O’Reilly settlements
Insulting my intelligence calling that shit hip hop. I call it
Death like embezzlement. Deaf and blind, you can’t tell me shit
We don’t need no bezel necklace to shine like diamonds. When I’m rhyming
Horrifying, Jack Nicholson in The Shining, combining
With blood diamond, “Here’s Johnny!” a homicide on my mind
Short-circuit, I’ll leave everything red [?]
I’m Donnie Yen, y’all Donny Osmond, y’all be Donald Duck, we Black Swans
Transform the game into Monster Island, making
Monolithics [?] Stonehenge
Mount Rushmore like monuments for rhymers dead or homied
Try me? Make you famous like Bonnie and Clyde’s tommy guns
Retire them from killing shit with words, these niggas Tommy “Buns”
Pressure’s there to see who succumbs. We just here to bring
A breath of fresh air like dudes with polio and iron lungs
How wack they gotta be before the crime is shunned? Let me know
‘Cause real shooters out here playing semi-pro, whole squad
Tryna see what that paper ‘bout, [?] semi dough
And they don’t want no parts of beef, Jennie-O’s—you already know
They just want the centerfold, they try to be like Nicky Barnes
On The New York Times cover ‘til they called out like intercoms
Got zero dough, play the hero role but got the image wrong
Dressed in a show, tux prepped like cold cuts from Jimmy John’s
It’s lunch time [?] bring our renaissance, ‘90s kids
Came in the game late on some Donner shit, getting breakfast on
But we ahead of our time. When the chef performs, we serve shit
For future restaurant franchises named Jeffery Dahm
Song got ‘em bugging out, schizophrenic insecticons
Turn fiends, tryna find where doses overrides the methadone
Artists when the weapons drawn pop ‘til every thought of doubt
Is dead and gone, mind in a world that ain’t fully terraformed
Hard for arms to be threatening when the head is gone, nobody move
If you ain’t get the menu, then you probably food. Underground [?]
I don’t see signs of greatness [?]
BMR, they swore that we was born to lose. We torch these dudes
We short the fuse, then our shock’ll get the salutation
See this alligator salivating by the power station
The beast feeds off of the energy from the crowd’s ovation
Got me getting bigger like Godzilla mixed with Polynesians
Got these cowards racing to their gym. Move inside, sucker
Arms stretched like I’m crucified [?]
We brutalize nuccas in this Rap Olympics, they getting
Clapped before they first lap. Now the track is finished
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