Yung Bruce

[Verse 1: Vantablac SOL]

My height and weight street cred size

I'm 6 feet, 187, like a dead guy

I don't commit crimes, I omit rhymes

My president drops bombs, y'all voted for Mit Rom

Nothing to trip on, I should sit calm

Watch a sitcom in a different world create an ensemble

I told you that I'm insomniac

If you need that sack of indigo

I got you searching like Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego

Present day Nazareth, Chiraq that's in the Go

Not everyone's a killer, leave them kids alone

I'm in control, no I'm in a daze, hydroplaning

Give 'em Malaysian waves to hide your plane with

I don't taste the steak, I'm in the matrix

If there's a beat I could step on, like a step mom

To her stepson for the television left on

Break your trachea, key a Kia Optima on the opposite ends of the spectrum

Shit, you a speck from electrons

Made negative, I never get in the way of a wave of energy

Flash flesh storms I prey for em

Thats with an E, yo what I have to eat is what I have to eat

Move like mobsters you lop sided with crab feet

I drop science fiction, pay attention to the famed affection

Of what my fucking frame of mind is missing

Don't mind missing the dart board

I could probably break a wall with another throw

If y'all ain't trippin' through the fucking wire

Ima have you fall out of men, like the Ottoman Empire

Or fall out of air then flat like Schwinn tires

Yo I done been going so long that I'm getting tired

It's been a long day