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The 9th track from my mixtape ‘C4’
The track was produced by Sean J, The sample is from ‘My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark (Light Em Up)“ by Fall Out Boy.
[Verse 1: Adverse]
Study hard now children, remember his face
Defecate my name and I’ll sever necks with blades
Dawg I’m a Shooter like Bird but I never played with Ainge
No scratch that fags, I never played no games…
Heaven sent with flames, Insane thoughts pester in my brain
They said I’d never get it made now I spread excellence like AIDS
I might not be king yet but swear I’m the heir they spoke of
Send shots from my bow into your shirt, call it arrow postal
Tear flows like ligaments and I’m wearin’ Derrick Rose shoes
Radioactive as imagining dragons in Chernobyl…
Bury foes when I hit em with a hook, like I’m doing post moves
Disaster on loose leaf then hit the booth to share with protools
Killing this beat I suggest they make a burial
Have you sleeping with the fishes like your fuckin bangin’ Ariel
Fucking with me is what these careless dudes won’t dare to do
Have you eatin’ shells like snails, tell Jay and Ye you in Paris too…
(Hook)
I light em up, up, up
Light em up, up, up
Light em up, up, up
I’m on fire
I light em up
Bitch I’m on fire burning at a thousand degrees
Flames is all I spit try and stay out of the heat (x3)
[Verse 2: Adverse]
This the type of music that they birth legends to…
Try being fair weather to rap’s Mayweather, bitch I never lose
I’m on such a high pedastool that I look 7’2
Kicking down the door without a 44, bitch just let us through!
Heal the game like Dende, got that fire I’m Entei
Anime reference, Animated at the thought they been great
I’m on today, tell Dr. Dre to clear some office space
Put me in a cubical near Em and Jon Connor ayyyy
Riot like I’m on the third day of grace in my second chain
Underestimated, got emcees scared to respirate…
Holding my jeans up with a belt that says heavyweight
Been a juggernaut ever since the summer before 7th grade
I want dead president’s severed heads in my wallet
Ball so hard I could do it blindfolded like Cedric Ceballius
But I won’t, Going at necks intent on choppin off heads
Yellin’ “Who’s house is this” Like I forgot my address
[Hook]