Kilos

Yeah
Status select on this motherfuckin' shit
Look
Yeah
Yeah
I spent kilos
Incognito just ask primo
Hit with a brick
Once I walk man that's Debo
We know Tito's in the cup
My placebo
Amino acid call me the state hero
Look
My verbal high beam and it's like Keenan and Cal Sykes
And it's bound to be trouble for slight reason
You tight feeders, I write screaming shit
And lies get stuck inside of your teeth like Swedish Fitch
I never aim to be the best where I'm from
Cause I never try to impress where I'm from
And a lot of people laughing
They ain't never wanna rap where I'm from
I'm round the map and I still rest my head where I'm from
You feel me, I guillotine if you intervene
I'm around at comfort levels
Sleeping in denim jeans
It ain't hard to tell
Find my lyrics and fingernails
Rick the scale while I mix dark liquor with ginger ale

The list goes on
X-Cons dripped and bombed
Lil Fish overwhelmed by the biggest of pawn
We run the globe
From the sea floor and beyond
As above below
You know what we on
Calf muscle unlatched
Tryna run with the greatest on the map
Still the skill level unmatched
My block like a zoo with the cages unlatched
You bite like you true but get ate up on wax
Few men see the sun and live to say all that
It's the high we don't play all that
When Statik on the beat and I rap
You can bring that back
It's like money in the bank
We don't pay all that

Uh, follow me, I'm on fire, my name is Termanology
I am a walkin' lottery
I get lucky every day
Spend a buck on Alize and Henny, fuck, it's on the way
I'm hungry as a horse, it's for flossin'
And keep me far away if it's in gossip, that's nonsense
Round the way, I'm like a god or a prophet
The stars come down and give me targets
That type of shit I'm not involved with
And I be killin' shit 'cause I'm a marksman
My clique is small bosses and pauses
If this was way back we'd be in forces and horses
I look at rappers now and feel exhausted
And all I wanna do is build their coffins
Is it the pill poppin', lean drinkin', mumble rappin'?
Or the skilled doctrine, supreme thinkin' for the passion?
I couldn't tell you but I'm rashin'
But when it's said and done I'm gon' cash in
Imagine, feelin' like 'O Three Hovis, yup
I got my haters throwin' up like, yup

Listen, it's just Statik on the beat
It's big shadow in the east coast
Listen
It's just Statik on the beat
It's big shadow in the east coast