Lockdown

Ayo, I'm twisting the reefer
Spitting the heat, ripping 'em speakers
To pieces, see, I don't listen to Bieber
My lyrics go deeper
Give disbeliever visions of Jesus
I piss on your record label deal
My mission is to keep the breakfast table filled
I wreck records with major skill
Back off, pal, let me make a mil
Amazing still, Ilkay's the illest
Y'all better say for real
Me, kicking facts
Plus I got K.E on the track
How lethal is that
No special effects needed,
Just steez and these raps
That are hotter than steaming soup
Brother, I be the truth
In the gutter's where my demons rule
Rappers sound like they ain't never seen a school
Ahead of time, handling mine, dead my
Competition, they'll never be fine
Attack their minds with MK ultra
Step inside my astral plane
Crack a smile and laugh at pain
The greatest man alive, I'm Cassius clay
Still slanging crack n lye for cash and papes
I wouldn't hesitate to slash ya face with a turkish razor the I L K A Y
The only Turk that's major

I got money in my pockets
And I'm rolling down the street
It ain't funny, what you want, kid
All my homies are holding heat
All you zombies have to face the lockdown
Face the lockdown, face the lockdown
I got it on lock, now

I got money in my pockets
And I'm rolling down the street
It ain't funny, what you want, kid
All my homies are holding heat
All you zombies have to face the lockdown
Face the lockdown, face the lockdown
I got it on lock, now

We're Back in quarantine
My rap is sort of G-eometrically divine
Mathematically precise
I radiate enormous heat
I came to slay the monstrous beast
And you fuckers want no part of me
Ayo I'm a rebel Against
These rappers
That babble trash
Slap 'em with the back of the hand
Baffle for fun
The battle begun
The level I'm on is beyond these
Sellouts and bums
The melody I'm on
Is similar to the rapture of pun
Ready 4 red rum? I deadly don
And every one that stands between
Me and whatever I want
Get stabbed shattered and dumped
My raps are dapper, clever, and stunning
Similar to scientists in the lab measuring something
You better be running
I'm coming dumping, touching something
Everything is everything
But buster nothing's nothing
So get ready for whatever

I got money in my pockets
And I'm rolling down the street
It ain't funny, what you want, kid
All my homies are holding heat
All you zombies have to face the lockdown
Face the lockdown, face the lockdown
I got it on lock, now

I got money in my pockets
And I'm rolling down the street
It ain't funny, what you want, kid
All my homies are holding heat
All you zombies have to face the lockdown
Face the lockdown, face the lockdown
I got it on lock, now