Going In For The Kill

[Verse 1: Coal Cash]
So ahead of my time, I tap myself on the shoulder while he’s
Tapping the version of me that be a thousand years older
Soul of solar debris, I’m a thousand degrees colder
Than polar caps in the sea. When I emcee, you freeze over… exposure
Hold it to me, I could free an ultraviolet
The virus inside your mind, painting rhymes inside your eyelids
Hybrid of saint and sinner, nuclear winter, and future winner of the inner parts
Of your bitch, and we’re feeding her dick for dinner
And she’s a swimmer by now, hard to drown around semen. Leave it
Gleaming off her taint when we paint a map of the Caymans
Double-teaming your ho like rotisserie gold. I told you
Bitches are chicken—you should have listened to Coal. Got ‘em
Stripping their cloths, I put hoes in pole position
Propositions proposed, predisposed to the hole submission
Coal’s precision with jism will make him a magician when I
Willy your women in a ghillie, I’m really in ‘em
You fear me winning ‘cause I’ve been in a state of greatness
So haters’ll savor tracks to talk crap about it later
Got an influential flavor, your bitch will savor the cock sauce
Go ‘head and call the cops—won’t stop your head from being chopped off
It’s not for the props that we drop this devastation
That’s vibrating from my conscious with a constant elevation
Elation of frustration, been waiting on opportunity
For mutiny to reign to rape this game with impunity

[Hook: Sample from La Roux] (x2)
I’m going in for the kill
I’m doing it for a thrill
Oh, I’m hoping you’ll understand
And not let go of my hand

[Verse 2: Coal Cash]
Yo, what
The hell happened? Feel like we’re trapped in the 80s
With Hip-Hop that’s more wack than smoking crack with your baby
And maybe it’s shady cats holding us back in this culture
That’s closer to an Atari than a Ferrari Testarossa
So thanks for the coaster. Your CD props up my sofa
Repeatedly kill you like Kenny, you had one too many mimosas
Well, I’m plenty ferocious. You focus on hocus pocus
These jokers promote their crap but swear they’re rapping the dopest
Get slapped in your chochas. You play the game, we play the coaches
My dosage is so corrosive, it’s even slaying the roaches
Explosive in every way while you stay in a comatosis
I wrote this to nod your knot, don’t stop ‘til it’s scoliosis
Locust over the crop. When I drop, it’s holy opus
I’m floating this to the top, spit hot like God spoke this to Moses
On top of rocks, on lock like eviction notice
So throw this to your block like, “How could you not promote this?”
The Iron Lotus, the prognosis: I got the highest gnosis
Osmosis of phi, spiraling by when I fry who’s closest
Buenas noches. Atrocious tries to deny, it’s hopeless
Theologians vibe when I inscribe like multiple sclerosis
To damage minds, managing time like the solar solstice
My soul’s sublime, no cosign for what Coal approaches
Encroach on mine, get a broke spine while I dine with vultures
Soldiers know the time, and when I shine, it redefines all cultures

[Hook: Sample from La Roux] (x2)
I’m going in for the kill
I’m doing it for a thrill
Oh, I’m hoping you’ll understand
And not let go of my hand