Signs

[Verse 1: Locksmith]
Back from my hibernation where I've been waitin'
I've been takin' off from precaution and shapin' off for lamen
I've been carvin' bars in my vocal ways, the walls of caveman
Call 'em David slayin' Goliath, pious, but broke the Matrix
Recite ember despite when you guys whimper
I write with a slight temper, put knife in a Knight Templar
You nice, but you rhyme Kinder, I genocide when been in stride
I live and ride by these principles, let the gimmicks die

[Verse 2: Lazarus]
Switch ya sides
Lеavin' the most bitter critic mystified
Lyrics I, spit too sweet, pop mе a Glipizide
Swift as wicked ninja spy in disguise
Kill you on the grind and rise up on my wings and fly
Then touch and kiss the sky
And get as high as Snoop Dogg on "Ladi Dadi"
This hunger in my belly like on strike, Mahatma Ghandi
I'm makin' waves like Kawasaki Jetskis down in Maui
And you just got gunned down by Doctor whose Hip-Hop's a hobby

[Verse 3: Locksmith]
Nah, my only hobby is homi'
I'm in Detroit like I'm Martin, Gina and Tommy
Come find me, I got the muzzle off
Every other cough is a coffin I get to scoffin'
And often my homies push white girl like Andy Kaufman
Call him out his name and you better explain wisely
Dearly deceased, in between sheets like you an Isley
You speak contention, you need connection, you Teddy Riley
Daily diary, every new entry is a new da Vinci

[Verse 4: Lazarus]
Back to me like frisbee, diss me or dismiss me
I'm rippin' your back like a slipped disk be
I'm Bill Bigsby when angry, runnin' with the fists of Dempsey
No Walt Disney could draw something distinctly this grizzly
I just spit to you, what that did to you was elicit diss me
A spreading virus to your nasal
Like Smallpox, Ebola, COVID, but more fatal
Got these haters shakin', they won't admit it, but oh they know
Hit you with a tongue twister like I just spit you a tornado

[Verse 5: Locksmith]
More fables
Servin' you rappers the minute you mention my name and I'm ready for war, slay you
Takin' advantage of any demand of my people commandin', I'm more fatal
Shake the game loose as you poor whore's Kegel
Whore stable, filled with 'munition from Singapore's navel
I put a hole in your soul the size of a whole bagel
Locate you at a Bodega coppin' a cold Faygo
Murder your whole label, willin' and ready to clothes hang you
Verbally better than any competitor, better get out of my way
You don't measure up

[Verse 6: Lazarus]
Your death is up
The resurrection of unification of Humans in Nations
With new innovations in music creation
While simultaneously improving my patients
Like Superman in the booth in a cape
And I flew through the gate, to dispute, to debate
The abuse and the hate, to produce an escape
For these starving kids and put food to the plate
I spit it to get it to get in the Guinness, the minute I finish
This medic'll put up his pen to the pinnacle pedestal
Pedal to metal, now put down the foot on a break
When I battle a rapper there's no more compatible Abracadabra, you can't stop me
From Europe, Australia, America, Africa, back up to Asia, it's Laz's Army

[Verse 7: Locksmith]
Never could pawn me, none of you ever alarm me
Sever your navel
Dead it the debit, I read it, embedded, I bet it was better, you never could calm me
Commonly, I’m an anomaly, I’m a new nominee
I'ma need mine with this rhyme I see
I'ma need all of you rappers to get back in the lab and get back to some honesty
Comedy, that shit's a commodity, labeled as sodomy
But I decided to let it slide
And slide into the mental of people who simple
Exhibit the limit, lyrics to live it
Push to the fringe, Bush with the pen
Bush would've been shook to a ten, look for within
Never hoped to revere fear, my career would appear as a book
If you want, look in

[Verse 8: Lazarus]
King T'Challa, I'm the product of pride
And I'm properly proud to be, poppin' and stackin' up money
When the economy wanna be puttin' chains on me like I'm property
Abolish your policy, brought up by a father from poverty
Who taught me and guided me, how to be a man with autonomy
Had a crown on me since a fetus on my mother's ultrasonography
I'm a machine, put ketamine inside of my lyrics, spit the American dream
The medical dean, that rips your soul out your body like dimethyltryptamine
As I'm rippin' the scene
Steady sanitizing the rap game, my lyrics are Listerine
Then I pray to the Kaaba, Alhamdulillahi rabbil Alamin