Bad Habits

[Nejma Nefertiti Verse1]

I black mask it, the task rabbit, I’m mad ratchet
Grab the hatchet hold it above my head and have at it
Y’all half plastic wake the fuck up you like crack addicts
It’s that tragic move back I bat above average
A rap savage don’t play by ya rules in mathematics
I grab havoc and spray you fools with bad habits
Go mash at it tomato like soup and grass salad
Wear fat jackets don’t hate on my suit it’s cash padded
Glass shatters I’m shaking the booth with rap patterns
The harvest is in looking like a marvelous win
Don’t pardon my pen I’m living in some barbarous sin
A darkness within a Marxist make a call to the wind
Not hardly a friend I’m a foe and a martyr within
From start to the end I know and I don’t barter with him
Fought with the pen now I flow and I often begin
Walking a thin line then throw em in a coffin or bin
Sparking that rich fine golden got em coughing up phlegm
Marking that 5th line crossing off my goals as I win
Sharks couldn’t get mine they lost and it cost em their fins
I can and I will and I am speak it like I’m already living it give it to my fam keep respect hold it steady
You might be thinking up something no one prospers me against me
I might be picking up something if I gotta defend me

(No I really will pick something up)

Now there he go what’s the scenario he barely flow
Inserio Nefertiti the boss in ya stereo
Dare to go where no woman has a true guerrera yo
Ya very own Pharaoh Queen you can’t compare the glow
This is a drive-by he acted like a fly guy and I ain’t got time for you suckaz and haters bye bye
Brooklyn to Sinai you couldn’t touch my guy
Stop tryna do what I’m doing find ya own design guys
I got them high eyes Za on a high rise
Don’t understate me when you looking at my size
I supply lines raw blow ya Einstein it’s my time
You couldn’t stop me I passed the skyline
Fine wine raising my glass get off timeline
The sidelines crazy and mad I’m getting my shine
I grind grind created my path outside the guidelines
My lifeline sacred it flashed before divine eyes

(Damn I thought that was it)

These are the breaks my resolution eat more cake
I seek the grace of the procession while I clean my slate
A deep embrace to my soul keep a Queenly space
Proceed to lace all my woes with some green and weight
Breaka dancer one two I just begin to
Son you with Kung Fu lyrical ish I run through
Swung two swords we was one then the gun blew
Confront you didn’t think I’d do it shoulda had some clue
Thumb through stories of life watched it come true
Some do succumb to suicide when the sums due
Come through you mad cuz I don’t need nothing from you
Bum dude you should be scared I’ll make ya blood ooze
Rough rude helicopter kicks like Chun do
One two mic check from the flight deck
Having so much fun I ain’t even say goodnight yet
This might yet be the greatest moment of my mindset

(Y'all couldn't stop me if you wanted to)

(Cuts by Verse Osmo)