Huh?
I voted like I'm Satsun Shadows.
This the battle where your minds control,
this black mirror.
99 guns on the shelf,
shoot yourself and rip the hollow tip out your arms,
swallow it gone.
Now sew yourself up, roll up some scum.
You got a long day ahead of you,
pull on your puppet strings,
I'll make the better you.
Load yourself up with carbs,
keep your grip on launch.
Replace your two fang with a shark's.
Out loud box, niggas get found in the dark.
Hold the web tight,
the web sign stamped on they spine.
They kiss the most poison.
Don't go wandering in Brazil and die in the ocean,
floating with your eyes open.
Don't play the stage, you fly.
Niggas are young for your shine.
Put you in the arm to burn you alive.
Just do what I say, you feel it?
Be a New York minute.
Half machine, half man, invent it.
First and foremost, I'd like to thank Al Hayden.
Unified the five boroughs, all belts acclaiming.
I'm super at saying super science type of sayings.
Secret, sacred, signed symbols and syllables.
Paraplegic with unbearable parables.
Not floatable,
all quotables.
Continuously compound interest on my intellect.
With all due respect,
I'm about to disrespect them.
Wheelchair life, beware motherfuckers.
No lollipop in pockets,
I don't roll with suckers.
Nigga wanna fight me and think I'm on a tussle with him?
My crew is creating.
I'mma put some muscle on him.
He want smoke,
thinking he's the man,
but he's just a boy who can't scream Shazam.
They claim he's the best,
but of course that's his audience.
Plus they all drunk with irrational exuberance.
Once they sober up,
they'll tell him,
don't you go against Grimmy Galileo with the broken halo.
Professor X-Powers with the monoroid de Mayo.
His crew got guns, then he better call them all.
And if they can't help,
then he better call Saul.
Yes, yes, y'all.
I don't give a * who you know.
I'm moodier than Julio.