Serpents

My flow like a hole in the wetlands
Marshpit what you read in the headlines
Earn a bag then I sat chilled and I relax
This beat is too heat, where my fans at?
KK like they're two thirds racist, make one when they hit play on the playlist
K2, Imma reach you like a ski lift, I'm okay too, get in gear when I put a shift
K53 like my driver's learnt and I stream 4K, quality what you heard
MK but oh Kano, K1 like the planes go, K9 should I pause no
Poisonous, you a snake, if you poison us we will tank
The poise in us will remain, fork-like tongue but you ain't
On the road to my fame, I qualify for the game
You wondering how to play
I'm the Cole, this the flame

Such a sore sight to see, slithering beside of me
Snaking sadistically, synthetic skin is covering
The scale of things unsafely seeking my sanity
Searching for some evidence, unsuccessful to say the least

My train of thought,I've lost track
All aboard, my mind map
Take you for an insightful tour inside my world, you might come back
Close the door, don't let the cold out, must be stored, it fuels my raps
Here's my core, it's what controls my inner thoughts, why's it black?
Don't come at me with the questions, interested and invested in some testing, a testament of the best I'll get
Cause you feel threatened, scared to be bitten and left for dead
Scared of this snake's head and the venom spit, put them in a snake pit
They're endangered and it don't change a thing
When you let a lad in, I be making magic
Put them in a casket, never gonna mask it
And I got them asking where'd I leave my manners?
Never had the access, does that really matter?
Beat them in a battle, know they couldn't handle
All the things I handle and I got a handful that I'm tryna cancel
And I gotta ban all serpents in the grass still

And I gotta feeling that I gotta get them out of here
Cause if they stay they chase away what I can be and that's not fair
A Basilisk, I master this and after this they disappear
Reptilian, I'm meeting him, a median for beating him
A python that is rising and I'm finding him well writhing
Keep on trying to be silent, he anticipates the violence
He coils up and then he's striking and I'm fighting for compliance
And I'm not the friendly giant that's why people are my diet



Credits
Writer(s): Jared Mc Arthur
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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