Konami Code (feat. Sam Da Grouch, Kyru Wik, D1C3 & DJ Philly C)

A different energy I spit that methamphetamine Addicting and they ruin
Your life, delivered steadily too much I'm deadly, for the
Weaker-hearted especially take out your pops, then his firstborn hit
Him like Bruce Lee write it on loose-leaf while blowing loose leaf
But loosely hit you obtusely plenty angles don't lose me got plenty
Anger, I'll grab a hammer and bang you target your head and fuck
Your shape up, Black Power Ranger, them 2000's when I found me
Was goofy, but never tiny just proved that me and my life was grimy
Them bullets I left behind me and none of them things were shiny
My name is regarded highly cause I settle with my own two fists
They co-sign me, these rappers my sons talk hard but act soft look in
My eyes, wax on and wax off if you ain't catch that, bow down and
Sand the floor cause I will be dishing out lessons galore, Preach

Waste that time to get faded I was in the lab like Dex all day baking
Down to the last of us, not on PlayStation they all went ghost
Don't ask why I'm hatin' I'm elusive, disillusive, I'm gambling with
Gang, got a slew of compensation for a sit-in in a safe see me
Sleuthing like I'm Cooper, the alibi when it bang It's John Wick
Till dice rolled, snakes get slain I'm competitive, don't leverage
Your life Feathering the trigger, what's a Beretta to a knife?
I'm a man of peace, till you put me in your sights when I see the
Scope glint, turn to fucking Baba Yaga in the night yeah
You worry bout brand name shit I'm talking about my brand name
Triple in these dividends, skip hoppin' to champagne Smoke a Rolex
Copping the damn plane W.I.K. light and see if you can hang

A yo, hello, hi I'm out of my cover, had to reload mine go off twice
Like you fuckers had set me below mines like 'oh, why?' you are
Saying my name you mention the most high A gold mines still flushing
You artists, no, I don't fold mine my cards on the table, alarmed
My God, I've been able to harm the hardest shit, you wrote just
So it's hard to be stable discard you artists cause the only way
To calm is to break you that's why the goats hide I gave you a toe
Tag on your toe, tied oh my you fuckers want to brag when your
Rookies stab you for looking at me bad so don't feel sad when you
Push me gag you for stooping to a level where your family can sue me
That's why the only pad you bloody is the pad on your pussy
Nothing to hide, lines Godly and y'all below mine
I'm mean? yea, Dice been a dick, so please blow line
I'll hang another plaque before I dust what I got
And I'll be boxed before they know when the fuck it will stop



Credits
Writer(s): Jean Francois Duroseau
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