The Storm (Intro)
Nobody go realer than me I'm on that planet of the apes
It'll get bloody over here point the silver back in his face
This monkey going bananas when the barrel open wide
Leave him sleeping he a chimp and z's all on his mind
These niggas ain't tough I see through disguises think smarter
Intimidation don't work on me I got a thick armor
If you tryna step to me then you gon have to work harder
Tell em you ain't done your reps so leave the gym Coach Carter
I'm a shorty but get me riled up my temper flare homie
I'm mad scientists ain't gon cure this fighting only
I ain't violent but test me my hands be tossing low key
I'm calm and collected but I'll Hulk smash a nigga Loki
You don't wanna start with me you'll get hooked to a IV
Obviously I tip toe when I move the body
My hobby used to be rolling dice in the lobby
Now I stay in high fashion hit licks with the box I'm Roddy
Sharpened my intuition kept it neat with a blade
I trimmed my hair cut friends off to shape up my ways
Self-care is the best method to line up my thoughts
Removing wounds from my skin fading them comes with costs
I'll be the barber for free I'm cutting loose ends off
You know I shave away the pain from all the people that done crossed
My path and my vision use the razor with precision
They took advantage so I left them bald made some incisions
I got niggas eyeing me they simply waiting for turns
Make a wrong move and I promise this Clipper gon leave you burned
Imma resort to violence this movie graphic PG13
Keep you quiet this machinery pick your top so clean
I'm the heir to the throne you just here to get thrown
Off your pedestal you can't sit on royal chairs that you ain't own
You ain't no king I really worked for mine had to create a buzz
Cut out distractions military tough just because
Life's a bitch and I just look her in her eyes
It ain't hard to tell she the devil in disguise
But I'm God's son I been ill with the matic
Last real nigga alive I represent with classics
It was written in stone yeah the message is clear
Affirmative action born to take the throne from those near
I just take it in blood I'm instilling fear
Watch dem niggas go for the set up but I'm so cavalier
I ain't worried cause I am the best
The same way that Nas is like a poet my pen passed the test
With flying colors you could hate me now or hate me later
With my NY state of mind I'll just stomp out all the haters
With my timbs on, I still am at it
See? I'll ether niggas with one mic stillmatic
Rewind that nigga I'm forever ill
All I do is destroy sick beats and rebuild
Mamba mentality, Achilles niggas and kill mics
Competitive nature silently at the gym every night
My work ethic unmatched eight of mine's like 2 4's
On my heels pivoting circles on niggas every score
Pump fake galore I put them reps in to open doors
And ones I got range in my shot you hear the rain pours
I really got game winners start as bench players
Earned the starting role playing with snakeskin under my layers
I lost money playing with snakes kin was just haters
They'll never be there for you snakes can be some baiters
Had to learn reptiles was cold-blooded due to nature
Had to smoke a snake's kin and harm him with the vapor
Black mamba I kill 'em every time on my Kobe shit
Yeah I'm cold blooded when it's war time Soviet
Always locked in I let my game do the talking
I'm the heir to the throne word to MJ I be balling
It'll get bloody over here point the silver back in his face
This monkey going bananas when the barrel open wide
Leave him sleeping he a chimp and z's all on his mind
These niggas ain't tough I see through disguises think smarter
Intimidation don't work on me I got a thick armor
If you tryna step to me then you gon have to work harder
Tell em you ain't done your reps so leave the gym Coach Carter
I'm a shorty but get me riled up my temper flare homie
I'm mad scientists ain't gon cure this fighting only
I ain't violent but test me my hands be tossing low key
I'm calm and collected but I'll Hulk smash a nigga Loki
You don't wanna start with me you'll get hooked to a IV
Obviously I tip toe when I move the body
My hobby used to be rolling dice in the lobby
Now I stay in high fashion hit licks with the box I'm Roddy
Sharpened my intuition kept it neat with a blade
I trimmed my hair cut friends off to shape up my ways
Self-care is the best method to line up my thoughts
Removing wounds from my skin fading them comes with costs
I'll be the barber for free I'm cutting loose ends off
You know I shave away the pain from all the people that done crossed
My path and my vision use the razor with precision
They took advantage so I left them bald made some incisions
I got niggas eyeing me they simply waiting for turns
Make a wrong move and I promise this Clipper gon leave you burned
Imma resort to violence this movie graphic PG13
Keep you quiet this machinery pick your top so clean
I'm the heir to the throne you just here to get thrown
Off your pedestal you can't sit on royal chairs that you ain't own
You ain't no king I really worked for mine had to create a buzz
Cut out distractions military tough just because
Life's a bitch and I just look her in her eyes
It ain't hard to tell she the devil in disguise
But I'm God's son I been ill with the matic
Last real nigga alive I represent with classics
It was written in stone yeah the message is clear
Affirmative action born to take the throne from those near
I just take it in blood I'm instilling fear
Watch dem niggas go for the set up but I'm so cavalier
I ain't worried cause I am the best
The same way that Nas is like a poet my pen passed the test
With flying colors you could hate me now or hate me later
With my NY state of mind I'll just stomp out all the haters
With my timbs on, I still am at it
See? I'll ether niggas with one mic stillmatic
Rewind that nigga I'm forever ill
All I do is destroy sick beats and rebuild
Mamba mentality, Achilles niggas and kill mics
Competitive nature silently at the gym every night
My work ethic unmatched eight of mine's like 2 4's
On my heels pivoting circles on niggas every score
Pump fake galore I put them reps in to open doors
And ones I got range in my shot you hear the rain pours
I really got game winners start as bench players
Earned the starting role playing with snakeskin under my layers
I lost money playing with snakes kin was just haters
They'll never be there for you snakes can be some baiters
Had to learn reptiles was cold-blooded due to nature
Had to smoke a snake's kin and harm him with the vapor
Black mamba I kill 'em every time on my Kobe shit
Yeah I'm cold blooded when it's war time Soviet
Always locked in I let my game do the talking
I'm the heir to the throne word to MJ I be balling
Credits
Writer(s): Bryan Espinal
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