Gazpacho

[Verse 1: Lungs]
Hands digging inside a bag of orange gelato
Armed Guard re-reciting The Protection Motto
Perfection the model
Dope head spent the rent on Lotto
Christian Hitman observed lent and quit the Homo
Virtual shorty doing the electric swallow
They raps suck ass, they shouldn't've rented The Appollo
Plug from Deueschland push a Das Auto
I put two foots forward, and the rest followed
Hit you in the head with a utensil drenched in Gazpacho
The plug bench like Quatro, dented Macho
Ya' shorty ran off with someone named Osvaldo Fazule
And my bet's they still cool
We was rapping, you was prolly in La Casa making stool
Understand reality as unraveling spools
Shorty fight in a UFC Gym that's out of Santa Cruz
I sang the Cannibas Blues down avenues in mud spattered shoes
I'm with the squad, tryna run up in your city like traveling fools
Fans hitting me about they favorite tracks like they had to choose
Get you burnt up like caloerous foods
When it comes to mics spazzing, me and you battling not a challenging duel

[Verse 2: Phiik]
Centerfold crack, abdomen smash
Radical cash
Running down mountains
I’m dodging fountains from devil’s eyelash
One man’s trash stash is passion for the next
And when flexing goes wrong, rappers delete they songs off the internet
Strong threat to follow up when money hollow
And regret a long term game
If ego play for that pill to swallow
Low and behold, cold weather
Cannibal ox
Pop trunks, sunk ships
How you want it?
The bottle or the box?
Whole message, block flocking
I’m mocking ya' captain
Who use to lean with it
Rock with it, now I’m wondering what happened
Yo
This ass whipping, priceless
Not a fair fight
Consume mics in cyphers
And escape NY in a thought bubble that’s air tight
Who dare bite the big apple
Guppies can’t catch the hook
And wonder why they have all of these problems they can’t grapple
Try to dap me and I’ll slap you silly
Lap runners gassed up
But couldn’t pass a float test with Free Willy