Desert Savage

Bass bleeds out of the stereo, bending whips down the block
Godfather like Harry-O hear no evil, no talk
See demons, tunnel vision, there's no light on your stop
You can't get up in my circle, you're not hip to the hop

Bass bleeds out of the stereo, bending whips down the block
Godfather like Harry-O hear no evil, no talk
See demons, tunnel vision, there's no light on your stop
You can't get up in my circle, you're not hip to the hop

Two pumps when I slide, smoke spilling out of the ride
I'm burning pages with this ink pen hits, the paper and glides
I'll take you back to the future, I'm so ahead of my time
I got a pocket full of coins, that's a phone full of dimes

Your boys are dropping them dimes, you're watching Speaking on Mine
I'm a conqueror like Kang and now I'm taking what's mine
This is God tier rap, flow my water to wine
I got the game in a choke hold like I'm Royce in his prime

It don't matter who's the mayor, I'm the voice of my town
Real recognize, real we never seen you around
Yeah I'm creeping through the trenches, snatching souls lost and found
My boys are sniffing in the air, on your blood like them hounds

When they speak about the boogeyman, I'm it like the clown
I'll put that music to your ears and turn your frown upside down
Grew up with lions and bears, so the zoo ain't nothing new to me
Could put it to you pugily or put you in a eulogy

Bass bleeds out of the stereo, bending whips down the block
Godfather like Harry-O hear no evil, no talk
See demons tunnel vision, there's no light on your stop
You can't get up in my circle, you're not hip to the hop

Bass bleeds out of the stereo, bending whips down the block
Godfather like Harry-O hear no evil, no talk
See demons tunnel vision, there's no light on your stop
You can't get up in my circle, you're not hip to the hop

Your facade is aesthetic and your position's pathetic
Plus you stand on fake values, so them legs are prosthetic
My mouth still leaking unleaded, my foe still being beheaded
When they look for the greatest, we still usually suspected

And we're still not relenting in the thick of the horde
So if it's penance or repentance, death by lord of the sword
We bring the hammer down like lightning strike with thunderous chords
There's no contingent to us winning, we just drop and it blows

Kings relinquish your thrones, I come for glory in stone
A gladiator, Maximus, warrior to the bone
You can swerve to any lane, but don't you step in my zone
There's no cloth we're cut from steel, in the desert I roam

That gun poetically on, I howl on tracks like a poem
I'm still a wolf on the lone, it's just the night and my chrome
I took the stroke of a genius, now I'm setting the tone
It's M.I.C. the desert savage, 505 is the home

Bass bleeds out of the stereo, bending whips down the block
Godfather like Harry-O hear no evil, no talk
See demons, tunnel vision, there's no light on your stop
You can't get up in my circle, you're not hip to the hop

Bass bleeds out of the stereo, bending whips down the block
Godfather like Harry-O hear no evil, no talk
See demons, tunnel vision, there's no light on your stop
You can't get up in my circle, you're not hip to the hop

Bass bleeds out of the stereo, bending whips down the block
Godfather like Harry-O hear no evil, no talk
See demons, tunnel vision, there's no light on your stop
You can't get up in my circle, you're not hip to the hop