Yeah, I see that race in the game, fight through that bitch Punched, horns in the wall, tell me, it hurt? Let's get it, Pasta Rolla with the best motherfuckers in the game We're here to do it again, burn the clout, come on We got the illest team, we swarm like killer bees You can try my guillotine, tell me I'm a living dream Can I buzz, disappear? I bust around and never cease Best believe that, baby, I'm a living dream Check, see how the streets will get you stopping and looking When I'm in the kitchen seasoning and concocting the cooking Look, a lot of you niggas trash like it's hard just to step it up A guru of the gourmet and scientists of the chef enough A restaurant for the heat and a deli that'll always serve the hood 24 hours feeding niggas the hors d'oeuvres God rap, prophecy, bus rhymes the great Prepare the full course meal, juice leaking from the steak Check, acting like you ain't knowing, you niggas must be idiots Yeah, I know my name already, bus rhymes and affiliates With Slipmode in this bitch, the alliance is kinda serious Damage everything in the building regardless where it is The way I saturate the street, I'm only saying I rapidly feed the hood like I'm a fast food chain Look, no need to ever question why the hood love me Y'all are aliens and vegetarians, feed you if you hungry Debauchery, ain't no peace in poverty Keep watching me, fill your ass up like Lockerbie Know your psychology, nigga, don't lie to me Disaster strikes, yeah, that's prophecy Theocratic, liberal, faggot, white-winged, fascist, democratic Crack addict, politics is a language 54th Street downtown, maroon Lincoln Navigator Music is loud, the usual crowd The center of attention is where all the energy is directed It's deceptive, so I stand corrected Top tier rated review, same as you, say it ain't true I put a nigga to shame in the booth Difference between me and them, fingerprints and dick size Bad Leroy Brown, spats like Spetsnaz Lumberjack on steroids, break you off with my bare hands, boy Sledgehammer to the groin, so many ways to control the human animal No strategies to make the world more manageable More or less, best protect your neck, guard your chest The war of attrition, them niggas starved in the trench Only the strong survive, you know the monsters always gon' try Those with a conscience probably gon' die We got the illest teeth We swarm like killer bees You can chop a good teeth Cause homie, I'm a living tree Can I bust his teeth? I bust around in limousines Best believe that baby, I'm a living tree Hot tub, pugs guard the watchdog The watchdogs watch the socks boil I got them oxtail plates and I inhale marble topsoil Your plot's loyal like wetlands from onyx soil I broil flocks, smoke silver like a arctic fox No bark but shots, stone heart comprised of rocks Watch the target burn, blow through your chest plate Gastro metal face, my scripts grow, penetrate Clinch gold fist throats, separate wrist throats Butterfly shank, you lightweight I lift scopes in the storm, ceremony master, next lift rope Until they stiffen, sold coffers, I wrote To assist to lift your soul, shift the fragments on your skull Detroit piston man, I placed the Indiana brawl Scuba divin' and a strip, mess all the walls in Put em to sleep since I'm slept on, yes y'all I'm the big conquering lion from out of Mount Zion My fangs is like two pens made of Wolverine iron You had dreams, I was down at the mines, I hunt witches Chop heads off Medusa Can't block out McCloud, he a crazy producer All my homies stay tight like me and my hoopers Young out, that's young niggas ***, I don't hang out Might see me at the Maas or at Jimmy Kang house I'm gifted, stay away from wood niggas and stank bitches Jesus, feed your whole team with two fishes The angel rap, destroy demons and death wishes Even my homeboy act very suspicious With Fontaine on the track, little brother come get this Most deaf with the clan, but I'm common with kisses And I'm 50 when it's time to get down in the ditches Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah We got the illest team We swarm like killer bees You can chop a gun team Cause homie, I'm a living dream Can I bust this in deep? I bust around and hit the streets Best believe that baby, I'm a living dream *