Tombs (Live)

Dropping Eps every month Earth and Dookie I know you want
More in store on a tour state to state fool we own the globe
Here to reboot the overload coast to coast the womb is on its own
Flow resembles every ocean know my speech is concrete word is born
I boarder Bron and Michael Jordan forms we draw the line we are the corner stones
I ain't for the fame in a form of God fornicating with a foreign broad
I storm the pavement with an iron rod then I pounce on frauds with a tiger claw
You drew a straw came up short rain upon and reframe ya form
You are anal ointment you ain't involve you aim in awe lame applauds
Sustain my bars she stain her drawls if war is art I am Genghis Khan
We paint the walls we have made our mark you was made a mark I own the lot
You pay to park check ya natal chart Its a fatal shot only aim at hearts
If I laid the law I would aid them all Cole is cold he is king of kong
I be the beat beast you've waited on Kaoken trained me for eons
Hyperbolic chambers you rank peon Kakorat son back up off em
Bars packing punches they captain falcon you lack an ounce of stack allowance
With the grace of God year of 89 Sub zero flow with a Raiden vibe
Sonya son nigga the oldest one you come at Boo I owe you one
Throw these hands I don't own no guns my cousins strapped like a velcro mat
Been to jail and back and I am well intact I've made mistakes and learned from that
Had to close my circle I smelled a rat
I ain't one to front so if you got my back we side by side like Scoob and Shag
That nigga bitching tell him check his coochie If you call that rap then you rep it loosely
I'm spitting venom won't you fetch a lugie what you blow is boog I.E a loosey
I tour the planet I spread the Dookie you tore ya hammie impressing groupies
A clown for sure I found a door it was underground where the sound absorbs
For my hip hopper and the boom bappers push culture forward never move it backwards
If we ranking rapper I'm top whatever we forming diamonds you pop in pressure NIGGA

On the move like a rail car when the train stops we plane hop
If the plane drops pull the chute grace the ground like a raindrop
Ancient presence in your vision feels insane huh you're hips severed
I never had to scotch hops double scotch on the rocks big house on the cliffs
Some villa shit, red button under thumb some villain shit
Second Womb with the illest wit come feel this shit like cheese grate to face
Gambino mission cuz the greats are here for reasons of cheese seasons
Like an italian kitchen your whole styles missing an original integration
Failed attempts at mainline assimilation ride the fine line of instigation
Instafamous, murder weapon found but the prints had faded like an insta filter
You are simple cadence I'm sophisticated as far as fisticuffs man
Don't make me lose my patience
Believe I'm a ruthless agent with unscrupulous training nothings promised
Even truths a maybe
If you don't fuck with womb you can die by rabies you dumb it down we're back to basics
Your TV Your narrow bandwidth gossip mags
those shallow transcripts hollow questions hardly answered
How old are you my soul is ancient a 30,000 year old wizard
Running with scissors chopping shit up creating shapes
I might pull it out of my brain or one of my crates
You recreate the wheel with flat spots I hit the road concealed in the stash
Spot is something you have not
Complex variations on a gritty ass backdrop scenery you can hear
So don't ask what we are on
Coming up the lane Dookie with baton and I'm taken it home
If you mistaken the Womb than you awaken in tombs