Untitled (BET TOP25 Countdown Instrumental)

[Intro]
(coughing)
Uh. (back in it boy)
It's Lonz-O (Lonz-O in it)
GSF (Genius Sounds Fam)
Produced By Lonz-O (laughing)
Mixed By My Nigga Tommaso (laughs, Tommaso, boy)
This that Classroom Collection

[Verse 1]
Uh, Yo
When the summer time come then my mood change..
From a cool talk.. to a burning rage
But I, keep the AC on to keep the chill in the room
Lay back and get my breathe on
The sun drop rays...
Stingin' like them smooth Corvettes from way back in the days
Then the fall come around
I'm seeing them clouds
Grey enough to block the static from the TV out
Believe me now
Even if I spit backwards, they saying wow
Makin' me feel, like I'm someone with the Power
No Kanye, but my beats on point
My MPD and the PC add the neat to my voice
I'm feelin' different
People that didn't care is with it
First they wasn't with the shit, now they think I'm a privilege
I give 'em that burn notice
And I freeze they accounts
Of the way they used to act, now they can't live it out
Kill 'em with kindness, or kill 'em with the way I react
Schizophrenic lyricism, feelin' my words on they back
Bi-Polar flow, go from calm to hype
Flip 23's to make a verse, wanna be like Mike
I terminate, anyone who dares to step to me
Then turn around and govern states, they see Arnold in me
It's ironic..
While I'm writing this in German
Give me whatever, I'll eat it like I'm Harold Berman
Check your 90's nick to get that shit
Je mange les tétés, Pierre Escargot in this bitch
Uh
On va aller avec le changement
Tu veux que je te donne le flow, je donnerai lentement
Yo
Je commence avec la partie trois
Souviens-toi d'avant, ç'est le nouveau, voilà
Je vais te laisser bébé, pensez-y
Ton esprit sans mes paroles, ça sera finit

[Break]
(Laughs) Switching up on 'em again, boy
Let me get em again real quick (peep it though)

[Verse 2]
Uh
I don't even need a beat to come up with
Lyrical miracles like no Mayo that I tend to whip up
Spherical flows, what goes around yes, it tends to come back
Like when your mama beat that ass, know that belt come back
From the crick crack
It's Monday morning, time to rise and grind
Dressing clean so you know it's time to rise and fly
On to the scene, set my stage up, give me my props
Ain't no scripted hits, just that good hip-hop
I make words, so they properly mine
So when I do this...
I tend to creat-i-fy
I like to, make-i-fi-cate new words and new steeze
Different wonderful blunderful flows, to extremes
Hip-hop and music, I tend to diffuse
Try to escape, but you know my shit's infectant to you
Contagion
Drop virus verses like Matt Damon
Protagonist flow, I'm the reason the story's changing
Apostolic with words like Jude, keeping it raw
Giving order like Richard Brooks if they fuck with the Law
And these rappers always coming with the same lines
Saying:
Yo I got bars like prison time
I say:
Oh you got bars like prison right?
I say:
I got more bars than an Irish night
What now, I'm feeling myself
New year, New Heat so it's time to raise hell
Since we all supposed to die, finish, diminish
Chilling in Finland with 2 types of Finnish
Get It? (Nope)
Ha, No they don't know that shit's advanced
2F's and 2C's F-Fuck your C-Ccareer's end, It's over (F-F- C-C)
Take over
Know that your reign over
You can flood it up, but I'mma make it rain over
Fuck your Range Rover, I fuck with your brain hold up
They ain't get it, gotta reiterate, they can't hold us
Lonz-O, Lonz Cityy, whatever you wanna call me
Try to be the masters but never will you enthrall me
I'm killing bitches like a motherfucking dog slayer
No BlueTooth, through the wire, I'm a real player

[Outro]