NOSFERATU

[Verse: Kevian Link & ThaKingALi]
I'm a hunnid baby I don't fuck with no 5-0's
Your bitch like to catch the bone, I'll call her ass Fido
Can't lie tho, I really do fuck with her vibe yo
So every time we fuck I make sure I'm breakin' her spine
Can I turn this up one time (yeah)
Cause some shit been on my mind (alright)
Used to hit the taco bell in Seat
I'd get the number five (number five!)
High in doubt below the clouds
Crazy when you look at now
I'm looking down, but never judgin'
To be honest I don't give a fuck honey
Love my city girls
But want a big butt bitch from the country
Pretty nigga still grungy
Now I got her teeth grittin'
Look at Kevi he spittin'
Chuggin' Henny he different (differrent)
Thought I say it too often
When is people gon get it (when are they gonna get it?)
We lock eyes l pull your bitch lickety split
Get home and give her dick, it's a lot of lickin' and spit
Slow kissin' and throat, damn need I say more
When that needle drop, we'll see what the record show
Set the record straight (ha!)
I don't hesitate
I see the bar take my shot and elevate (elevate)
Be careful not to cross me dawg
For heaven's sake (for heaven's sake!)
Triple six to triple threes, now it's all sevens bae
.223's pew pew pew (pew, pew, pew pew)
More like a boom wit' extra bass (graa)
I can't lie I got a type, dark skin girls wit' extra cake (damn)
I still got a lightskin bae, Kevi don't discriminate (discriminate)
Lock on then eliminate, some I may inseminate
Niggas try to imitate, they can't say the shit I say
Elo sight right on your brain
Voice just told me let it bang
Cocaine flow I'm spittin' dope
I go numb like novocaine
Thought you was a shootin star
Til' this supernova came
DMT you know the gang (DMT!)
Kevian she know the name

[Verse: AUNiVERSE]
Yeah all these people rooting for me, I be damned if i don’t hit
Got a bag full of expensive crystals
I’m tryna tell you I don’t miss
If you get a hold on me, you better have good grip like
If you win the lottery, you better not tell a soul shit
Shh, look Nosferatu
No I’m more like a Marceline, I suck the color out of you
Sing you to sleep if you ask me to
In all your dreams like it’s deja vu
It’s you I like, Mr. Rogers room, but your heart I snipe ugh
I’m in my mood, huh
Is this a conversation of hidden demons
Is this the conspiracy, everyone around me’s feening
I’m in this bitch, and I know you wouldn’t believe it
So I got it in 8k for you, a picture that you’re never beating
And I have an AK in case you begin to start tweaking
That’s not okay, what’s perfect is this fit I have on, eating
Nails, hair, clothes, check, personality is screaming
Personally I am dreaming, I’m with Ali this his season
Chamuleon, put him on like focus on me or I’m leaving
It’s the new me, know me three times
No I don’t care about your feelings
Please don’t fuck up baby because ima make you feel it
A nervous wreck without the nerve what am I
Now your ship is sinking
When you’re speaking about boron. , don’t forget the period
At the end of the earth I’d still be here, cause i am ethereal
I cannot be pussy, because I am not in fear of you
I wish you would you wish I was mightin
I’m up before the sun, I’m secretly your deepest desire
And once I am there’s no escape
No running, no hiding
I’m written in the stars, the twinkling that turns into fire
And if you ring the alarm, guarantee I’m your favorite siren

[Verse: Lowe Key]
Haters talking loud like they rolling dank (dank, dank)
Make my mama proud I moved state to state (state, state)
Don't care if I'm the villain I just let em think (hate, hate)
Okay, I'm worth it I ain't perfect nor am I a saint
Shut up bitch you don't know my heart, tell me what you want
You talk shit like you a fart, they get lit to my art
I'm gonna rack up these bands
Keychains Gang that's my fans (keychains gang!)
Got the crowd shaking they hands, no Eminem your bitch a stan (ha)
They throwing pum pum for the freebie (yeah, yeah!)
Hit it three times that's a 3 peat (uh, uh!)
Yeah I got em breathing like Stevie
Shoutout Malcolm I'm a genius
They rub it like Genie (yeah)
And with these three wishes they can't beat me (woah)
Okay, I'm clean like dishes on weekends
(Yeah, hold up let me talk my shit, let me talk my shit)
(Aye, Lowe Key)
No joke I'm an artist better watch me paint (paint, paint)
I serve dope I'm the hardest, on my Franklin Saint (yeah)
Long scope I got an army watch us flank a tank (boom)
Uh nope you ain't popping try to be us, you can't
I don't do lean like the pisa out in Italy (true!)
I was 16, eating pizza out in Sicily (true!)
You can't touch me literally, spiritually lyrically (wah!)
Karma God got em, you know they handle my enemies (period!)
I do this for my blood like Nosferatu (yeah)
Got friends who ain't blood but they fam, that's Gospel (preach)
Grew up in the church, used to sing on the choir
How blue do I feel to be an Indigo Child (uh)
I was special like a TV show please don't touch the dial (nah)
New levels ima be here for a while

[Verse: Kada]
Okay, I guess that I'm a dad now
I tell my kids to pass the mic like Steven are you nash now
I knew my grass was greener then the garden
Are we square now
I'm David you Goliath go and tell your troops to stand down
I stick move like bam bam
This technique, no there ain't no besting me
If y'all supposed be elites (okay!)
Then I'll come through like Master Chief
Sorry for the casualties (okay!)
The cost of doing businesses
Might as well include your faculty (okay!)
It only take a minute, feel like popeye off the spinach
When they spin this they should put me up in Guinness
Don't care for opposition, call up Ali kick ya shit in
Now your body with the fishes, I hope you comprehending
This could probably be your ending like a fucking hieroglyphic
Flow like osmosis, y'all might need coasters
Let me be frank I might unlock her ocean
She ask for rounds and I unload the holster
She want my kids and I laugh like the joker (why so serious?)

[Verse: ZAVAGE & ThaKingALi]
Picture me bragging bout getting money
Knowing killers don't go back in forth like ping pong
That's just what happens
When your photos show how much dough that you really have
Now I'm in my Frodo bag so take them rings off (precious)
You saving hoes you can't be no hero to me
Invisible to ya Atom until you roll with an Eve
He proceeds to roll the weed
He was supposed to go to the league
But sure enough, the only thing that these niggas dunking is donuts
I was in the suburbs plotting my next mission
Thinking this gun could give me power
With this tec I'm a technician
Ghosting niggas with the flow
Killing your hopes of skepticism
Every time I rhyme its killing your spirit, an exorcism
They wanna know why Zav is always mad on the mic (why he so mad?)
I got some screws lose, maybe my durag is tied too tight
Either psychotic or iconic man even reporters love it
There's no way he could be this crazy
Like maybe he snorted something
No this is me in the flesh, so try your best
Or else we'll make you wish Jewish you ain't say shit
Like Kanye West (yeezy, yeezy, haa!)
Not a drug in my body or a demon possession
I'm just relaxing on this beat
You should see me on the next one (do it again!)
Paranoia from secondhand smoke got me over eager
Might move to California just to kick it with homeless people
So just kick back and observe, I'm a fan of the word
And I might abandon a bird, but I'll never desert the eagle
Line by line they fiend for mine, she on demon time
I rebuke it, and I slide for my slime like mucus (slime, slime)
Critics act like they pay no mind, but they really hate me
But that's because they don't really mess with niggas
Like Steve Lacy
You should never rap
I'm better in fact, here's my secret thesis
I'm a synonym, the black M&M
Like Reese's pieces (vrmm, vrmm, vrmm!)
Got me pissed off
Writing till I rip my wrist off to diss y'all
Cuz I bring that Drama back
Like Call Me If You Get Lost (call me if you get lost!)
I admit it, I'm admitted in the mental hospital
I'm not crazy, that's just my split personality tryna talk to you
But if that was you on the phone, and you on the bus
Then tell me, who's that flickering the light Zavage
(Nosferatu)

[Bridge: ThakingALi]
Ahh, I hope y'all enjoyed the tape, you know what I'm saying
And, I hope that y'all enjoyed my niggas too
Because, they did what the fuck they had to do
You know what I'm saying
And uh, I guess it's only right that uh
I do what the fuck I gotta do, you know what I'm saying

[Verse: ThaKingALi]
Since 2007 I met heaven
Since I touched the weed it's like I gained leverage
I sit back and plot on how to get today’s lettuce
While these niggas chase bitches first and stay second
That’s a friend zone bar, yeah we done been there before
I mean I got some former friends in my collection of whores
22 down and I ain’t even begging for more
I guess I got that tunnel vision fade the neck when I'm bored
Sorry I’m not tryna be cocky
My head’s filling up now watch it get a little blocky
I told this shorty block me ASAP 'fore shit get rocky
I’m sorry I can’t hit you back I’m mobbing with the posse
Doing hoodrat shit, I like a hood trap bitch
She don’t do the talkin we just know she bout that action
All these niggas lame everybody on that act shit
Heard he want a feature, don’t approach me on that wack shit
Oh he think he dressing, cuz he popping tags at Saks Fifth
Shitting on you niggas triple threes on the jackets
Walk down on him with the beam caught him lacking
Ashing niggas out you don't beef with a dragon nigga
Look, I’m with my team and a baddie right beside me
Fit too clean, she wanna take a flick with Ali
Going too fast, these wack rappers couldn't stop me
If he want some smoke we can go Rambo or Rocky
Heard your man hot, middle of June call him "Taki"
Happy on the sweater, I get why niggas would rob me
No squares in my circle, no lames in my posse
I’m on a different wave, your old faves couldn’t wash me
New year, new flow, new wifey, few hoes
It's way too many strangers in this game I feel like Mordo
The flow will clear em out then I depart to collect more dough
Lyrics hit your matta like a shotty to the torso
Moreso these niggas move like roaches and I’m Ortho
Top from your ***** was kinda cool but I need more throat
Won’t compete with niggas that can’t even touch my wardrobe
Niggas talk like bitches I’m thinking that you a whore-phobe
You exposed, your ex know that I’m up next bro
And that’s gon make you sick to your stomach I got the Pepto
I came to run this game, I could send you my manifesto
Brilliant mind, still gon be speaking rhymes till I get old
Chamuleon bitch (woo!)

[Outro: Faruq Muhammad]
When it comes to, uh, the-the work that I do
I come alive
I am as alert and as astute as I could possibly wanna be
And uh, the contribution in that area is not diminished
So that seems to be one of the clearest answers
That I could come up with as to why I'm still alive
That there's still something else for me to do