Weaponized

[Intro]
Let's go

[Verse]
Yeah, so while the earth still spinnin’ 'round
I be on my twisted metal shit, I'll kill a clown
You can see my fire rounds like cats jumpin’ through blazin' hoola hoops
My mind's a 12-sided pentagon Rubik's Cube
Now who them dudes, neither fears nothing?
The ave is still buzzin' at anyone, who appears blussin'
You get yourself a pierce muffin for assumin' everything is sweet
When you assume you make an ass outta you and me
There's no truer G
Your girl pants half off and they [?]
Ain’t no half-steppin’, she half-assin'
Narcoleptic pacin’ the floor
Ignorin' the beautiful allure of this Kraftmatic
I'ma stash-the-cash addict
Since DaddyO and Wise was talkin' jazz with Stetsasonic
I was steppin’ brolic as hell, my mic had weapons on it
Yo, check the knowledge
That money hittin' direct deposits
Leavin' shells everywhere, we makin' omelets
Still standin' like the pyramid of Giza, I'm a livin' anormaly
Sick, spittin' laryngitis
Buildin' like the Mayans
Bill 'em, I'll supply 'em
Boilin' like Mark Aguirre in dark attire
Your girls' back covered in carpet fiber
Spark your lighters and put it up for a real one
Too fearsome, absolute brilliance, the truth serum
In the booth smearin' blood, if your crew sneerin'
This text for everybody that it contacts, group share 'em
Look, a lot of my dogs is pumpin' bass with they gun on waist
Get outta bullets, spit out and land in the sunken place
Marauder, I just go harder, you wouldn't bust a grape
You rappers are roadkill stuck to an old wheel
Gettin' splattered, decorating a tourists' grille
Constructing bars, I'm the foreman, still
Sayin' grace before the meal, scored wheels
Shady may have kinda peeped my potential
But, now they know it's real
Invite your chick over, feel her velour and chill
Dope since Axel Foley was winnin' game on Bogomil
Focus clappin' phonies, I give you dames the Holyfield
Pandemonium James Toney
I'm sicker than Chappelle drinkin' pure breast milk
Cambodian, get to talkin' that petroleum and get gassed up and done greasy
Coachin' shooters, Mike Dunleavy
Better than most these niggas so you not gon' leave me
Off the list of the greats, don't see my name, I might go Stevie
Blackout, this ain't entertainment, I'm not your TV
Bad connection, hit your FaceTime, you not gon' see me
This thing cocks so easy, this rhyme here was thought so easy
Runyon Ave, we pop so freely
Terracotta Blue on the beat, recognise
My brain relapse around rappers for exercise
I specialize in leaving each production petrified
This is what happens when real niggas are weaponized