[Intro: Twenty Elbridge]
Yeah! Bitch ho!
Take another night home, motherfucker write off
Got me thinking they are bitter, but these bitches write off, follow up for me
And everybody come and smoke with me
Coming down, if you down, help me roll the trees, spit with me
[Verse 1: Novatore]
Listen! I ain't with the fun and games
I've been doin' this for years and now I'm comin' for change
I've come to gain and so I'm gunnin' for your chains
And I don't care if you play dumb, I still will summon the deranged
These rookie rappers cappin', actin' like they're feature worthy
I don't need a feature, shit so grimy, leave your speakers dirty
Haters in the bleacher seats, I only speak through beats
I'm aimin' this Beretta, gettin' better while you peak at thirty
Assassinate any space that you place me at
This ain't a race, I can spit it at any pace we at
The BPM a factor, we can keep the tempo faster
Mediocre men descend to trash amongst the fuckin' master
Tried to hold your own and got your back broke
When I'm on the track, it ain't no cap, it's only facts spoke
I'm givin' back hope to those who feel oppressed
I feel obsessed, a heathen breathin' fire like some crack smoke
[Chorus: Twenty Elbridge]
Have you met someone simple?
Workin' up they clout, never thinkin' 'bout their kinfolk
Stay missin' sleep, did his call today
Yeah! Them bitches fuckin' sweet like the holidays
Take another night home, motherfucker write off
Got me thinking they are bitter, but these bitches write off, follow up for me
And everybody come and smoke with me
Coming down, if you down, help me roll the trees, spit with me
[Verse 2: Novatore]
The way I spit, it's like I'm battlin' an apparition
My numbers growin', that's a fact, don't need a mathematician
Simple addition will show it, your shit ain't addin' up
Sorry about your luck but the records showin' you wack as fuck
Yeah! Get on your knees, begin to pray to me
A demigod on the stage and I'm aging gracefully
If you playin' after me, please explain the savagery
I'll leave you lookin' average if it's anthing but mastery
'Cause this is military-grade missiles comin' at ya
Just say my name in the mirror twice and I'll come and snatch ya
This ain't no backpack rap, homie, we body baggin'
Bruce Lee karate action, that or point the shotty at 'em
Just let me at 'em like I'm Scrappy in The Scooby Show
Goofy lookin', still would kill a pirate like I'm Rufio
Nobody know me, just the homie that you used to know
I only know my home, my work life and then the studio
[Chorus: Twenty Elbridge]
Have you met someone simple?
Workin' up they clout, never thinkin' 'bout their kinfolk
Stay missin' sleep, did his call today
Yeah! Them bitches fuckin' sweet like the holidays
Take another night home, motherfucker write off
Got me thinking they are bitter, but these bitches write off, follow up for me
And everybody come and smoke with me
Coming down, if you down, help me roll the trees, spit with me
Spell Caster was written by Novatore & Twenty Elbridge.
Spell Caster was produced by C-Lance.
Novatore released Spell Caster on Fri Jun 23 2023.