I Am The Color Red...

[Intro: Sample]
"I am the color red
In a world full of black and white"

[Verse 1: Nick XL]
Ayo, I woke up tryna break a couple noses to pieces
I hit the roses with a flame and go from Moses to Jesus
Yo, why the fuck you in my kitchen? You don't know what I'm eatin
I'm still here, while you bitches steady go with the seasons
I got a couple pussies hatin', steady plottin' on me
In the cockpit, one don't bother with innocuous things
Get to jottin' or get walkin', I don't plot with the fiends
You're gassed up on IG, that's what anonymous brings
I'm smokin trees, and that's that so don't pass me no rave
Rap ain't got no place for E unless you're Damien Page
Askin' why I'm rappin bout an AK? Cause it pays
And any day I'll make a purchase and get Damien sprayed
I'm in the forest with my tits out and lips in the brook
I feel like Simba on the rock, wonderin' what it took
She's just a 6 but got a view and I'ma take me a look
I ain't the one to make 'em shake but I've been gettin 'em shook

[Interlude: Sample]
"It's alright, it's ok
There's something to live for
Jesus told me so"

[Verse 2: Nick XL]
Let's get it crackin'
Why you browsing Max for the action?
When I be browsing MACs for the action
You ain't got the passion
See me on the porch, you'd be dashin
Then I'd move the fuck in and open a haberdashery
I'm clownin' but they know that I'd slap 'em down if they laughed at me
I could catch an Audi or body like John McAfee
Who the fuck you think you talkin to, dummies?
What made you think that I'm the one you could be talkin to funny?
I'll drop the motherfuckin' track, we'll get the argument bloody
I'm poppin' the trunk, it's like you're hearing Spartacus coming
Watch me crush a fuckin' diamond while I'm huffin a dart
Call your ass dearly departed cause it's done when it starts
Showin love ain't my department, got a lung for a heart
So let me take a breath, and watch it crumble apart
Motherfuckers throwin' up the peace sign
They ain't got no peace of mind so they want a piece of mine
I got a Rolie and that fucker stuck on demon time
Rollin' up cause we all lead a life of weak design
So call your preacher up, call him a punk bitch
And say "That's from Nick", I fuckin' love this
I ain't listenin to no Ian, that fuckin' twink lame
Can Cobain, I don't wear clown shoes to get fame
I'm a product of Lord Quas and Nasty Nas
Viktor Vaughn, RZA, GZA and Raekwon
I listen to motherfuckers that cold cap a Don
You listenin' to some date rapists and vagabonds
Add that shit to the baggage inside your Travelon
But bring that shit around me and you're gettin battered on
I'm the color red in a world of black and white
I'll flip a bitch on his head if he actin' like that ain't right
I'm gassed up off the pack and unpackin' my new scythe
I'll sock a bitch like Khelif and then read to 'em, goodnight

[Outro: Sample]
"Well say it's a bomb then
S-say whatever you want
Say whatever you like, just get it off the air
Please, j-just, I'm-
No, no! I can't prove it, you've got to believe me
Believe me! Take it off the air-"
"Please excuse the interruption
We're having technical problems"