SUMMER’S OVER

[Intro]
Y'all it's BLKMSK
We out here for the black September
You know, summer's over and shit
I know all y'all sad, you gotta wait another goddamn year
Just to get to summer
But I mean, you gon' sit tight with me
I'm gon' get you bundled up
Winter's coming, summer's over

[Verse]
Yo, I’m spittin' shit when I’m still backed in
I switch quick like Phil Jackson
I put the
Lyrics with the beats and some trill mix
Let em feel this and hear it sizzle heat
For the realness
I mix quicker than bartenders sippin
The cost is gettin' bigger, the boss is gettin' pisser
You hear the RZA in em
That’s why I’m shiftin' gizims
And I’m bombin' you like the commodore
I’m the bomb like the comet or
Maybe I’m the common denominator
You the problem, another degrader
You don’t belong - life invader
What’s the greater pain
A grenader hittin' from the leg up
Or a traitor tradin' all your data?
I’m the man that mixed liquor with hen
I pitch quicker than Stan
I quick figure your plan
And disfigured your hand
With six figures in pants
I tip bitter in grams
A pit spitter with chance
The one wigga with rhythm and dance
You as soft as the Michelin man
I’m the cap like Michigan Lan
On the map but I’m sittin' in land
Y’all payin' for pussy but just look in the mirror
Take it to push me when you book over here
Craving a rookie just to cook up in beer
Pacin' myself on the beats like I just took up a steal
I make records, and I set em too, but I don’t trust no deals
Even if you read the fine print they always hide shit
So, be wary and make sure you never beat around it
Industry rule number four thousand and eighty:
Record company people are always bein' shady
But, my sound will remain across stages and states
Every place is my range to hit cravin' remains
I’m amazing every race without discrimination
I’m always blazing hazy shit while I’m picking aces