Noah Jones
Noah Jones
Noah Jones
Noah Jones
Noah Jones
Noah Jones
Noah Jones
Noah Jones
Noah Jones
Noah Jones
Noah Jones
Noah Jones
Noah Jones
[Verse 1]
Yo, yo, yo
I'm a bi-product of psychotics
Derived from an implanted bionic to make me iconic
Sonically, I promise my verses'll make 'em vomit
Music's in my blood on a level of subatomic
Just saying, allows the logic, the motors and philosophics
The gun I'm holding, I cock it, suggests that you switch the topic
Inscriptions, the man Noah was sorta like a prophet
The way my mind's working is faster than fibre-optics
Flyer than a fighter jet, I'm outside of the cockpit
It's cold in California, my destination's the tropics
Tryna change the way you view all the shit that I'm dropping
All these records I'm killing in, failure's not an option
They watching but I'm plotting
I'm on the horn with general Custer about to send a squad in
And get it poppin', maybe air strikes
Call of duty style since it's juvie now
Lyrically they always knew he found since a child