Seeing Colours (feat. Termanology)

Yeah, ology
Retro, what up?
Talkin' that talk, know what I'm sayin'
Real emcee shit

I'm like Jada at the verzuz, the Puerto rock version
It's no vocals playin' while I'm bodyin' my verses
Mamis in the churches, bodies in the hearses
Big shoulder straps on her arm, like purses
Attached to the big gun, pull n' watch you bitch run
Bullets outgoin' put an end to your income
Legend and then some
Comin' from the damn slum
Homie said he balled n' so I hit him with an N1
True emcee, they would call my style retro
Covid and my rhymes peak the rise of the death toll
The beef get thick, like the thighs on my ex hoe
Ima tell the doc pull the plug on him, let go
Snappin' on records since I came out the womb
Measured coke out the bag like sugar on a spoon
Always use my brain I ain't gotta be a goon
That was prada on the shoes and ramada with the crew

Isolated thoughts
Trapped in the dark
Rap from the heart
Read through these marks putting a end
Where passages start nigga
Blew a bag
You know the green be going fast
Know a nasty shorty
That'll let the team get on her ass
Beat it purpleish
Telling white lies you barely rehearse the shit
Left me in the grey like I'm Liam Neeson I'm hurting shit
Worthless
Me and you not on the same team
Lacerations on my hands the plot of the game green nah I said that
Been dumbing like blonds since I had my dreads black
A yellow bone be wit me
In case they don't think I did that
I give back
Shots nigga
Henny on the rocks nigga
I don't even think
I beat the pink up out the box nigga
Think up out the box nigga let me put you on
I won't write shit for weeks and yet my etiquette be growing
You as devilish as spawn
Ole comic made gutter critter
I don't need to rap
Can catch a body wit a color nigga