ONOMATOPOEIA* (feat. olivier*)
Send me fan mail when I blow, I can't take you with me
Bookies bet on my success, gin rummy rounds per 50
Persistence, pounds a plenty, placing pieces down, like 50
Of my contemporaries, take a test, I shroud to get it
He dropped his crown, Aurora, dog piles crowd the semi
You see what happened in Iran, salute Medhi Taremi
Sam remind me there's a god and this is gods kingdom
Shoutout Young Rai and Fazo, inspired me to start creating
I met some passive, full, and money hungry powder kegs
I got all the answers, cross-reference Sway and Cheggs
Toni got the light, I tell him spark, can't feel my legs
Some vapid sad pathetic man want K type leverage
Stop, stop, stop, stop
You're Pretentious, switch it up
It's crazy me and bean! had had mad beef
We've been through mad shit, no mad greens
In fact, the backseat freestyle raps led to my conceit
I got the file, keep talking about receipts
It's an onomatopoeia, but that bitch is cuckoo, I'm blasting
The POW POW of the .45 dissipated crowds see
I've been searching, flexible on mad beats
Word I had it, cuz a couple months ago it was a bad thing
He saw me, almost pissed his pants, I'm fantastic
Working, I received some Jesus pamphlets
Iced out cross on my neck meant to protect the bad things
From wandering my vessels premises, premature action
These facist, fucking clowns, try to reenact this
Bad bitch, I got a passion for spitting mad shit
That's word to love beans! freestyle on me
He's a fisher, I'm the line, the duo everlasting
If you thought, that your brain-dead takes didn't rot
You delusional like rainbow end, gold pot
I work and fought, how many hours did it take, a lot
Because I'm holding down my poles and people running out the clocks
It's a waiting game, I'm a heavy weight
My punches making metal shake, the Russian blood don't break
These zombies love to hate, pull make another flake
Because the age of internet, means no more punishing
Gods sake, bar fights turn to comments
Rapping breaks the earth, another comet, GK lost it
Yeah, easily intent facade
Drawing the formulas
Linger and lie to the people, pity me and make them sob
Oh my god, Allah
At long last arrived
Take advantage of your forgiveness, apologizing last second
For my clothes seem to be tethered and latching onto your horns
Corroding particles from my face, but leave my skull
Leave my soul to rust and my eyebrow to catch the dust
Tend to hallucinate can't figure out what to trust
Cut up just to be shut up
My jaw around the opioids
Sorry excuse for a man, bet I'm smoking motor oil
Dependent to my violence, wreaking havoc to protect the state of misery that I was in
Put my head to a TEC
Known only for my knuckles
I got different kinds of baggage
One is Everlast with bloody stains
I never use a bandage
Fucking make up what I lack by taking information
GPS an acronym for Getting Public Sanction
So I'm never on my phone, use motivation, switch location
Different destination, A to B, be me to Vee Star Heitman
Ticking time bomb turn hickies to a long run
Pshh, way too intelligent to be hated on
Never save a life I choose to loosen the noose
So when the sinner falls, heaven seems to be a better route
You're not unlucky bitch
We were born with a disadvantage
You motherfuckers give up at the start
Shit way too easy to learn and manage