NBC

This is craftsmanship
An avalanche of magicness
Placed upon a pen, a page, a pad
A composition
Tell my competition
Ambulances must assist them
I'm on a tandem
Foot on the pedal
Palms on the handle
These niggas tangent your circle is damaged
Please don't cross those lines
Criss Angel I make shit vanish
These is tell tale signs
Should have told you, should have warned you
These niggas in disguise
These niggas styles is fabricating lies
Oh my Oh my
No gin and juice or 90 proof
I wild out when that Henny loose
Ye on stage I swiftly tell these muthafuckers
Give me two times to feel a vibe that ain't love
These is new rhymes for them boys to run amok

Riding through the village through the jungle I see
Tryna be like everybody but you can't be me
Penny for your thoughts really when the fat bitch sings
News to your eardrums this is NBC
Riding through the village through the jungle I see
Tryna be like everybody but you can't be me
Penny for your thoughts really when the fat bitch sings
News to your eardrums this is NBC

Fuck your ABCs and fundamentals
Blood at the tip of pencil
I hear the tempo and let the pen go like the wind blow
Again yo
It behooves me how you do me

It be all smiles that acting shit for the movies
If your shit ass, I don't need Proof
Keep it to you
If this shit Crash
It's a Kamikaze let it loose
Born 3 16
These 3 16s lethal injection
Tell Ice Cube I need a split screen

To show off all the flows, is we there yet?
Niggas confused they don't know then get chin checked
I'm touring out the Matrix
Call me Neo Soul
Red pill is my favorite I'm seeing just how it goes

Go toe to toe with Tony The Tiger just to relate
Fuck being good, nigga I am great

I'm showing off my hood
I represent my state

Chef hat off to the top
And tell my fam to pass the plates

Riding through the village through the jungle I see
Tryna be like everybody but you can't be me
Penny for your thoughts really when the fat bitch sings
News to your eardrums this is NBC
Riding through the village through the jungle I see
Tryna be like everybody but you can't be me
Penny for your thoughts really when the fat bitch sings
News to your eardrums this is NBC

I got my mental on my money
My money on my mental

I know my doctor hate me
These bars is fucking up my dental
I got my mental on my money
My money on my mental

I know my doctor hate me
These bars is fucking up my dental



Credits
Writer(s): Kirti Pandey, Haanesha Smith-johnson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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