B AMF!
You say jump. I say no
Proceed to dig a tunnel, place myself in the hole
Underground and dangerous, my mind's like a tiger pit
Or tiger fodder bathed in lighter fluid and liger spit
My environment's a firing range, apple on your head
A variety propriety, no lockers at the desk
I don't think I'm the best, I'm just great at being me
Beat a bass line to death and fight for the company
California coolin' with my Gs on the east
Rap music habitat, line mass increase
Foster the banger, leave no rhyme behind
Strategize haymakers not by popular design
Won't be stopped or tossed aside
Hit the b side knock made fortified
Glass perfection reinforced and crystallized
Isolated Wax, Megabusive, good times
I'm in a pool of bold coffee on a raft of hockey sticks
Taking sake swigs to wash down stocky limbs
Ff cocky kids with sloppy spit
I'm sriracha, leave em scared to bite
Your mind's a floppy disk, mine's a terabyte
My job's what your hobby is, I make a living being aware of life
Alright, I won't explain my motives
Don't reveal there's a bomb till they're rocked by the explosion
My conversations are sugar coated
Block the intention embedded in what's spoken
#OccupyWallSt, ass bag, Wall St was the architect of the hashtag
I don't give a fuck about you, you don't give a fuck about me
And that there's true equality
I believe in magic
My bippity bopping boom bap action, I believe, will attest to that
I've learned to apparate at a finger snap, so asking where I'm at?
For clarity's sake, I'm all over the damn map
In fact, I hang with bad hombres and nastier women
And they're all sad to the vertebrae and character driven
And I don't think you mean it, bruh, better phrasing is needed
I'm IDDQD all day when facing some demons
Cause with a couple of well placed avada kedavras
My threat level upgrades to actual monster
My pile of toe nail clippings eclipses imposters
Cause they look as authentic as the bullets in Contra
Both persona non grata and the public favorite
It's only salt piles and tight jeans whenever I say shit
I make pipe bombs and love letters for the cynical minded
And damnselene.com is where you can find them
Proceed to dig a tunnel, place myself in the hole
Underground and dangerous, my mind's like a tiger pit
Or tiger fodder bathed in lighter fluid and liger spit
My environment's a firing range, apple on your head
A variety propriety, no lockers at the desk
I don't think I'm the best, I'm just great at being me
Beat a bass line to death and fight for the company
California coolin' with my Gs on the east
Rap music habitat, line mass increase
Foster the banger, leave no rhyme behind
Strategize haymakers not by popular design
Won't be stopped or tossed aside
Hit the b side knock made fortified
Glass perfection reinforced and crystallized
Isolated Wax, Megabusive, good times
I'm in a pool of bold coffee on a raft of hockey sticks
Taking sake swigs to wash down stocky limbs
Ff cocky kids with sloppy spit
I'm sriracha, leave em scared to bite
Your mind's a floppy disk, mine's a terabyte
My job's what your hobby is, I make a living being aware of life
Alright, I won't explain my motives
Don't reveal there's a bomb till they're rocked by the explosion
My conversations are sugar coated
Block the intention embedded in what's spoken
#OccupyWallSt, ass bag, Wall St was the architect of the hashtag
I don't give a fuck about you, you don't give a fuck about me
And that there's true equality
I believe in magic
My bippity bopping boom bap action, I believe, will attest to that
I've learned to apparate at a finger snap, so asking where I'm at?
For clarity's sake, I'm all over the damn map
In fact, I hang with bad hombres and nastier women
And they're all sad to the vertebrae and character driven
And I don't think you mean it, bruh, better phrasing is needed
I'm IDDQD all day when facing some demons
Cause with a couple of well placed avada kedavras
My threat level upgrades to actual monster
My pile of toe nail clippings eclipses imposters
Cause they look as authentic as the bullets in Contra
Both persona non grata and the public favorite
It's only salt piles and tight jeans whenever I say shit
I make pipe bombs and love letters for the cynical minded
And damnselene.com is where you can find them
Credits
Writer(s): Selene Toffoli
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