No Hard Feelings

[Verse 1 - JC Assassin]
I'm no Beatle or Wesley Snipes on tax evasion
Martha Stewart, Willie Nelson, y'all still on masturbation
At the ylang-ylang, my gang slang, my tings bang
Been cocaine lang, this the Yin-Yang
This to Zade, No Hard Feelings
My bars sealing like my cars freewheeling
Free Willy, drug dealings got me to proceedings
I don't really fuck with new school, unappealing
Lot of people, they aren't agreeing
They just don't understand I'm a human being
Wait, human seeing visions of King Kunta
Oompa Loompa endings of vengeance and Martin Luther
I'm no kama sutra, I never calm a shooter, JFK
Assassination from decapitation the next day
She swallow my meat, I call it meatrix cause she for kids
I'm the new heathen, this my sequence, pledge allegiance!

[Verse 2 - Zade]
Do you wanna see a dead body, dispensed shotties?
Not me, I’m a product of Mos Def and Kweli
But it’s the work of my dark side when I slaughter in rhyme
In the name of the Son I’ll gladly turn water to wine
The moon rise: typhoons, hurricanes, tornados
Tsunamis, earthquakes, avalanches and volcanoes
Read essays of El Chapo like Mexican gravestones
Fuck cash, I’ll turn two cents to a president’s payroll
Jazz cat, looking like Madlib with blue tigers
When I’m on the fence with rap I just spit through the wire
Trying to replicate for the paper, y’all keep copying me
Couldn’t fit in my shoes if I ran em through a washing machine
Harry Lime mastermind with the soul of Mozart
No paradise in my afterlife, just the spirit of Godard
You get a chance to take two puffs you better pass it
I graduated from classic, got a masters in legend status