Foul Opus

[Chorus: Foul Monday]
Listen to this foul opus
It's a bank with the safe open
Easy money, keep the banks rolling
Fully loaded like a tank rolling
So explosive
Listen to this foul opus
You know this

[Verse 1: Tragedy Khadafi]
Khadafi is Picasso and the mic booth is a canvas
Out of this world, in and out of ya girl and you can’t stand it
Mahdi's a problem, more than hungry, I’m so famished
I’m an upper echelon of raps high quality standard
When I’m rhyming like a highly mutated version of gambit
Slay rappers, tell the feds where the murder weapon is planted
Illest alive, beyond the galaxy and nine planets
Where the hoes at? Mahdi a hеavyweight
You can hold jabs
If the knuckle gamе ain’t working then you can hold stabs
Fly nigga, basically got it all from my old dad
Always makin' motion, that’s why my haters is so mad
Therefore an body after me is a casualty
You ain't made from the same design as the Tragedy
Queensbridge faculty
Part of my whole anatomy
My lines cause pain up in yo head like a cavity
My dirty dirty accent, call me the ax man
When I’m timing colder than an Astor mar up in the aspen
Impact like a hundred Mike Tyson’s making you backspin
Pro black Mack with a combination of Beethoven
Gun in the mouth of ya spouse, now get the safe open

[Chorus: Foul Monday]
Listen to this foul opus
Growing out to my sound smokers
Aura in heaven is a [?]
You will eventually lose focus
Yeah, it's hopeless
Bad [?]
You know this
Listen to this foul opus
It's a bank with the safe open
Easy money, keep the banks rolling
Fully loaded like a tank rolling
So explosive
Listen to this foul opus
You know this

[Verse 2: Foul Monday]
Movin' like the POTUS, put opposition on notice
Rawer than your coke is, you know this a better opus
Always on my focus, you hopeless so don't approach us
Showin' off for choches and playin' against the coaches
Voilà! Peep the magic automatic execution
Unveil retribution is my constitution
And I sip solutions of brown water with kush quarters
Rollin' up in a dutch, hustlers clutch corners
For that paper, it's safer to 9 to 5
But nevermind, punchin' a clock, I'll never shine
You outta line using my time to bend a dime
I'm gettin' mines LA to Queens to Caroline
Reclined in elegance, my intention is this
To murder whatever moves and blow they bitches a kiss
Respectfully disrespectful thunn, I'm gettin you pissed
'Cause nothing you cultivate will seem better than this

[Chorus: Foul Monday]
Listen to this foul opus
Growing out to my sound smokers
Aura in hell is in hammer toters
You will eventually lose focus
Yeah, it's hopeless
Bad [?]
You know this
Listen to this foul opus
It's a bank with the safe open
Easy money, keep the banks rolling
Fully loaded like a tank rolling
So explosive
Listen to this foul opus
You know this