Killer Instinct (The Wrath of Jago)

[Hook]
Riding through the city
I've been sipping on this potion
My head on a wheel, won't let it go
And even though I'm swervin' it's for certain
I'm headed where I'm supposed to
My pedals to the floor, now here we go

[Verse 1: Blaque Keyz]
Alright, my head's clouded, let me clear it up
It's from taking all of these compliments
We toast to all our accomplishments
And been celebrating like the year is up
And I'm sure that y'all heard the news on me
I came up, true story
Been fighting and ain't got a bruise on me
Had everybody hitting snooze on me
Now they making up for that lost time
Doing exactly what I expected
Ready to go, I'm just gassing up
If they pass me up I still intercept it
Stature up, and it ain't been a question
I'm a natural, it's all in my essence
Fast or slow, still passing, going
What you have to know is all in these sessions
Pass the note that I've been a blessing
I've mastered the flow, it's in a lesson
If I sold crack I'd be bridging the gap
So I'm using rap as my intervention
Spirit came from a new dimension
It's what I like to call true ascension
Pardon me for my rude intention
If we talking bars then I'm who to mention
They hittin' me up 'cause they too obsessed
And I've been listening back and ain't too impressed
Feeling myself, you know who the best
But I'm still hungry like Budapest
Think better, got a different brain
But I'm still on track, I'm in a different train
Lyricism's in a different lane
Going over they heads, I'm in a different plane

[Bridge 1: Blaque Keyz]
They really wanted me to take it slow
Getting fast money ain't the way to go
So I rap hungry like I never ate
At your last supper, I'mma grab a plate
No debate about if I made it out the house
I prayed about the same amount
And made a voucher, changed the route, save the doubt
And pay without a major label laying out

[Verse 2: Blaque Keyz]
Blueprints for my new shit
'Cuz knowing them they might fuck it up
So I rap 'til I'm striking fear with them
If you're hearing this then your luck is up
I've got an active list of which actresses
That I'mma have to hit on they mattresses
Way too black to have abstinence
I'm an activist for that ratchet shit
I've got a girl to thank that she freaky
She always up and wanna try her luck
So I hit her up when I'm trynna fuck
And that's the only time that she see me
And I know that's wrong but it's so good
She catching on that I'm no good
She was sleeping on me, now she living on me
Gotta feed her more than the dope would
Am I being wrong if I see 'em off
'Cuz I need the job like [?]
She need a song to just dance to
And I need some ass to put hands to
I might need a mask when I'm out in public
'Cuz living lavish way out the budget
But I have to act like I'm getting it right
A rap star that's just living the life

[Bridge 2: Blaque Keyz]
I have to blow it's factual
I'm tactical, your laughster raps are laughable
Whether trying to backpack rap or master flow
Leaving 'em dead, tag your toes
Zipping 'em up, they out the door
Picking 'em up, digging the hole
Lower 'em down, filling it up
Tally on the cost, I be billing 'em up
And then I ask y'all, "Am I killing or what?"

[Verse 3: Blaque Keyz]
Too sick, might need a doctor, uh
Don't cheat, don't need to proctor, uh
It's all real, don't need an Oscar, uh
I got it locked, don't need a roster
Flow too cold, I froze the devil
I hope you know I know Gepetto
He told me you Pinocchios' noses gon' grow if you hold the metal
They know the plug and they sell the drugs
I'm like, "Homie, why is you lying?"
They say they thugs but when you see them jugs
I'm like, "Homie, why is you crying?"
I thought you would really doubt that, doubt that
You never really put your money where your mouth at
And if you think it's easy to catch up to Keyz
Gon' need something little bigger than a mouse trap
Beautiful Mind stay strapping up
'Cuz we taking off like a Learjet
And just when you thought you'd figured this out
We got a lot of shit you ain't hear yet
And this right here is the next to go
And this here man is the next to blow
He's been out here working hard
You woulda thought the boy's from Mexico

[Bridge 3: Blaque Keyz]
But ain't cutting no grass
I am straight cutting your ass
I was too shy in the past
Take a good look at the last bread
Cough 'em a cuff from the last thread
Rappers don't faze me, they must be crazy
Yea I'll leave 'em lazy, maybe dead
I'm making a tease so I get the cleave
Which means it's off with the boy's head