All Land

Ayo it's Pangea

Yeah
Pangea, Pangea
PANGEA ohhh
God damn
Is this thing on
Like riding a motherfucking bike
Best believe it
Beantown's finest nigga
Mattapan, Roxbury, Dorchester (Yes)
Southie, you know what it is

You know there's a reason that you rappers still exist (Yes)
It's cause I've been Netflixing and chilling with your bitch (Uh huh)
The homie said, Stormz man what you doing with that fifth
Shit ima take it down, before you clowns give me my crown
I need love sure, but never with a thotie I'm pure
So what the fuck you texting me for
I put that work in, this here is nothing
I'm Jim Carey, let me show you something (Let me show you something)
Mariah Carey, breaking down that stuff and
Man all your girls look completely disgusting
I guess my question is, which one are you fucking (Sheesh)
The illest to do it capisce
Your album trash nigga you Mr. Glass
And I'm the fucking Beast, rest in peace
Now can I eat, can I live, I got so much to give
Now watch me play possum till I put up on your crib
And twist your bitches wig, and light your fucking blizz
And take a couple hits nigga, that's what it is

Yeah it's what it is
Been that way since we was kids
We raised with a certain set or morals and shit (Yeah)
I'm from the 'on dawgs' era
My hands will never flinch
And stayed real no matter what the circumstance is (Uh huh)
My stance is original B-Boy
Enhanced with a flow like a AK recoil
Chance it if you wanna
Cause we spoil TV for you
You 'gone end up watching your mouth
From right there on the couch (Bitch watch that)
Potato on the barrel of it (Yeah)
It's enough to heat a house
Like we used to use the oven coming up
And only thing that's going down
Is the the number of them fronting
And my number's going up like the top elevator button (All the way up)
I swear I'll tear every rapper fronting
This year I might just flip and spaze on niggas for nothing
I'll add 'em and battle them all
And by the sixteenth bar I'm hash tagging 'em all (Hey)

Yo supposedly we suppose to age out
But that, kind of thinking is just way out (What)
Father, then what I'm thinking bout this pay out (Hey)
And all these, hating niggas need to stay out (Fuck outta here)
Cause the route I'm on is long as fuck
But niggas strong enough
I took the right path (Path)
But wasn't wrong enough (No)
I tried to call his bluff
It turned into a snuff
I'm bout to call these niggas, and tell 'em get his stuff
And now the trust is broken
Niggas'll feel a way
Niggas got legal weapons
Niggas'll shoot and stay
I don't say n'ap boule
When they say sake pase
Is that the shit they teach you?
Well I got more to say
People are cliché
People on reply
They hear what we say
Repeat what we say
This is a relay
There ain't no delay
I travel All Lands, jump on the freeway (Errrrrrrr)

Yo
Nobody safe when I spray the booth (Nope)
I'll try to kill my own brothers like I'm Sabertooth
(I still love ya'll)
The most flavorful parading through (I'm coming)
Tailored tapered suits, the latest shoes
Who the ladies all cater to (That's right)
I'm to rare for you to compare (To rare)
The last standing like I lost playing musical chairs (Haha)
Bruce Leeroy with the beautiful glare yeah
My live shows like a movie premiere
I flicked it up, and looked fresh in all them pictures (So fresh)
My Brooklyn bitch said I dress like a Harlem nigga, chill
(You fly Papi)
I'm a awesome, Boston spitter (Yeah)
My jewels floss and gloss and glitter (Shining baby)
I swear that these niggas is frauds (They all frauds)
You can hear when they're spitting their bars
(You don't hear that shit)
It's clear that they mimicking ours
Swagging jacking so much they can lift up a car, it's Pangea

They all love me but don't know how to tell me (Yeah pretty much)
Story of my life no one else sees (Uh huh)
All commend I'm the flyest I shall be
My closet is the cover from the Ironman LP (Whoo)
When I speak it has to do with King Thoughts
Heavy with the piece, bling jewels and rings bought
I'll start a bank for you, call it The Cake Walk
Show off for the keeps and get cheese when the cake talks (Awww yeah)
I'm a Wallabee Champ
My next color is money green or tan
Catch me with the inferred impeachment plan
Or with your girl, as she stomachs my fetus plant
The intellect threat, mic in effect, check
Can't bump it if it disconnects from the mass public
The Pham run it till All Land is covered
Time to cross bands and reach fans who can't touch us

Yeah man
Listen
Yo Pangea for all you idiots out there
Is the world before it split up in to continents man
I mean we've always been some fly niggas man
From the days back
From the pager shop and shit
Niggas use to be mad at us
All their girlfriend wanted to hang out
Niggas was just comfortable in their own skin
I mean what can I say
You know
We can articulate our words
From the gutter like you
Just a little different nigga
Just a little different