Lion Hearted (feat. Elzhi & Boldy James)

Statik Selektah

Never judge a book by its cover with the concealed weapon
That's a rookie in the fields steppin' on landmines
It's sorta chills kept in a pine box, either my flows rewind clocks
Back of wrist ahead of his timing, I'm tryna find doc's
Laboratory to hotwire his Delorean
The 40 in the fridge pour with your story, and it's, nothing to an historian
Stupid, you don't want the smoke
It's like Snoop lit a joint in the coupe with Dr. Dre, bumping Chronic a block away

They tried to trap the dragon in a House of Cards
Spittin' fire to make the bouncer pounce the guards
Then I brainstorm so I can douse the yards
How could you hardly tell the angels got me, well, but it's ungodly hell
I know the leader of your squad is oddly frail and I'll provide detail
I poke holes through his facade, just run the
Sword inside the side until the body fell

While dropping flawless gems you lookin' for the
Screw-ups with your chest poked out
Arms through the bra straps with two cups duke
I bring that out you when I'm painting with the darker texture
It could spark an Uzi or spark a lecture
Can't wait to park the Lex or Mercedes-Benz
In the two-car garage beneath the house with the matching architecture

When I spoke this I blacked out who I'm sonnin'
That's very locas and bugged out like Egypt with the locusts
A Moses staff against the hocus-pocus from the brokest to the richest
I spit glitches in your matrix causing damage that you can't fix

How could you possibly taught me them papizz is choppy
Look, I got a flow like there's no tomorrow, harder for lying
I got a flow like there's no tomorrow, harder for lying
I got a flow like there's no tomorrow, harder for lying

How could you possibly taught me them papizz is choppy
Look, I got a flow like there's no tomorrow, harder for lying
I got a flow like there's no tomorrow, harder for lying
Got-got a flow like there's no tomorrow, harder for lying

Even if you net probably never know (say what?) To send a hit, get a quotable (aye)
Nothin' personal but I don't want to have to feel shit standing over you (what?)
You never touched shit that don't belong to you
How many bodies you got, more than you
Should I speak or niggas know the truth (yeah)
You not a killer, nigga, unless it's more than two (right)

Same niggas that I run the school with nowadays
Doing home improvement
Ten to two man with the streets
Swear to God it make me fuckin' lose it (grrr)
You must got it confused with the music (aye)
All these rap niggas counterfeit (what?)
BB King got up and blues it
Spazz out everybody strip

You too bitch take that shit off (aye)
You better not flinch your cup (aye, no)
Ain't even make it to his prom but we gon' send him off in fashion (aye)
Spin him off and smash 'em (grrr)
Take him off the map after we rinse him off and splash 'em
My niggas cross the track nah we ain't given out no passes (huh)

That key that you got robbed for shit ain't cost more than my glasses (yeah)
Then he tucked the pole he'd rather toss it fore he pass (yeah)
You see me on parole just know it's God shit if I flash it (what?)
What else?

How could you possibly taught me them papizz is choppy
Look, I got a flow like there's no tomorrow, harder for lying
I got a flow like there's no tomorrow, harder for lying
I got a flow like there's no tomorrow, harder for lying

How could you possibly taught me them papizz is choppy
Look, I got a flow like there's no tomorrow, harder for lying
I got a flow like there's no tomorrow, harder for lying
Got-got a flow like there's no tomorrow, harder for lying