BOMBS!
Do you blaze?
Did you blaze?
Do you blaze?
Did you blaze?
Yes!
I spit heat in my sleep
Who you want me to surprise attack?
I got more rhymes than New York has fucking sewer rats
Sometimes abstract like an act by Confuse a Cat
But always explosive cutting wires
Can't diffuse a rap
BOMBS!
I drop like agent orange on the enemy
Far exceeding anyone who think they be ahead of me
You're history!
I don't advise you trying to beat me mentally
Essentially this ain't a competition it's a hierarchy
Yo let me say this right here
I only started doing this shit like this year
Already more steady than a veteran's nightmares
You shaky like his hands when he's pointing saying, "right there"
BOMBS!
They call me Agent Orange the way I make you sick
It's rumble in the jungle every time I grab the mic and spit
I'm flying high above while on the ground
They wave at me with sticks
You're Marv in Home Alone and I'm the kid above you chucking bricks
Now let me tell you next what's happening
If any fool is rude and in my way I'm going to flatten them
Platinum!
I'm on the way to diamond like I'm mining them
Rhymes inside my mind don't have to try I keep finding them
BOMBS!
I'm agent orange the weapon of war
You never seen a soldier wielding shit like this before
It's chemical medical grade material you can't ignore
More products than a superstore
I'm raining on you
AGENT ORANGE!
I'm coming out tonight
Sipping on Mad Dog it's only right
Breathing gas late into the night
No gas mask let my lungs get fried
I'm coming out tonight
Sipping on Mad Dog it's only right
Breathing gas late into the night
No gas mask let my lungs get fried
Jump off a building
360 no-scope your ass
I'm finna take your loot before you shoot
And take home your cash
I'm gonna spend it all on Kwik Trip chicken sandwiches
You know my Team Boobs tee I'm wearing pink like salmon is
And so I'm traveling swallowing yeah I'm tripping of dramamine
I got venom in my veins yeah that shit running through all of me
I got four hundred and fifty three demons under my belt
My bars be global warming the way I get them glaciers to melt
Finesse the brick
Both hands like I was ambidex
I stack up on the ye and them
Because that shit is not complex
Don't try to hold me down
You can't reach out
I'm too ahead
I'll pull up on you hit a stain
They call me Judge Dredd
Executioner
I'll pull up decide your fate
Do not ask me for details
Because I do not want to demonstrate
Collect and decimate
Getting cash I'm getting paid
I can't fuck with you
Put up them hands
We going heavyweight
We on the move
Break the brick to little pieces
Run the block
Make a move out here
Kinda sheepish
Pawn them hands
King moves
This not a game of chess
Because I hit the two piece combo
Like I'm ambidex!
Ride with the mob
Alhamdulillah!
Check in with me
And do your job
Ferg is the name
Ben Baller did the chain
Torneau for the watch
Presi plain jane
I'm coming out tonight
Sipping on Mad Dog it's only right
Breathing gas late into the night
No gas mask let my lungs get fried
011 Subaru shake the block when I roll through
Wheezy and The Game out the speakers like it's '02
In the Outback but I tip it like an STI
Water Street the drag strip this Subi is my red eye
When the light turn green
I push the engine to the redline
Packs up in my trunk
If they stop me I'm doing fed time
Spark up in the stu
This shit got me in space
Five gram backwood watch me take this shit to the face
Made it out Milwaukee now we up in EC
Trying to stack my first M before I get my degree
Feeling real Blu when I don't get to the Gold
Don't keep a wallet in my pocket
Because you know I never fold
My rhymes hit hard
Like a hook from a heavyweight
And Rob on the beat
So this shit will make you levitate
Drop a bomb on the track
This shit will leave you devastated
Lyrical homicide
This shit that was premeditated
So let me tell you how this shit go
Packed deep up in the stu puffing on indo
Smoking that pack
Dropping bombs on the track
This shit hitting like a brick out a tenth story window
So come at me don't miss
Boy I hit with precision
Could put a dot on your head
Like it's part of your religion
So watch where you stepping boy
You can't try to boss me
Because like the streets I'm from
You look twice before you cross me
Do you blaze?
Did you blaze?
Do you blaze?
Did you blaze?
Yes!
Did you blaze?
Do you blaze?
Did you blaze?
Yes!
I spit heat in my sleep
Who you want me to surprise attack?
I got more rhymes than New York has fucking sewer rats
Sometimes abstract like an act by Confuse a Cat
But always explosive cutting wires
Can't diffuse a rap
BOMBS!
I drop like agent orange on the enemy
Far exceeding anyone who think they be ahead of me
You're history!
I don't advise you trying to beat me mentally
Essentially this ain't a competition it's a hierarchy
Yo let me say this right here
I only started doing this shit like this year
Already more steady than a veteran's nightmares
You shaky like his hands when he's pointing saying, "right there"
BOMBS!
They call me Agent Orange the way I make you sick
It's rumble in the jungle every time I grab the mic and spit
I'm flying high above while on the ground
They wave at me with sticks
You're Marv in Home Alone and I'm the kid above you chucking bricks
Now let me tell you next what's happening
If any fool is rude and in my way I'm going to flatten them
Platinum!
I'm on the way to diamond like I'm mining them
Rhymes inside my mind don't have to try I keep finding them
BOMBS!
I'm agent orange the weapon of war
You never seen a soldier wielding shit like this before
It's chemical medical grade material you can't ignore
More products than a superstore
I'm raining on you
AGENT ORANGE!
I'm coming out tonight
Sipping on Mad Dog it's only right
Breathing gas late into the night
No gas mask let my lungs get fried
I'm coming out tonight
Sipping on Mad Dog it's only right
Breathing gas late into the night
No gas mask let my lungs get fried
Jump off a building
360 no-scope your ass
I'm finna take your loot before you shoot
And take home your cash
I'm gonna spend it all on Kwik Trip chicken sandwiches
You know my Team Boobs tee I'm wearing pink like salmon is
And so I'm traveling swallowing yeah I'm tripping of dramamine
I got venom in my veins yeah that shit running through all of me
I got four hundred and fifty three demons under my belt
My bars be global warming the way I get them glaciers to melt
Finesse the brick
Both hands like I was ambidex
I stack up on the ye and them
Because that shit is not complex
Don't try to hold me down
You can't reach out
I'm too ahead
I'll pull up on you hit a stain
They call me Judge Dredd
Executioner
I'll pull up decide your fate
Do not ask me for details
Because I do not want to demonstrate
Collect and decimate
Getting cash I'm getting paid
I can't fuck with you
Put up them hands
We going heavyweight
We on the move
Break the brick to little pieces
Run the block
Make a move out here
Kinda sheepish
Pawn them hands
King moves
This not a game of chess
Because I hit the two piece combo
Like I'm ambidex!
Ride with the mob
Alhamdulillah!
Check in with me
And do your job
Ferg is the name
Ben Baller did the chain
Torneau for the watch
Presi plain jane
I'm coming out tonight
Sipping on Mad Dog it's only right
Breathing gas late into the night
No gas mask let my lungs get fried
011 Subaru shake the block when I roll through
Wheezy and The Game out the speakers like it's '02
In the Outback but I tip it like an STI
Water Street the drag strip this Subi is my red eye
When the light turn green
I push the engine to the redline
Packs up in my trunk
If they stop me I'm doing fed time
Spark up in the stu
This shit got me in space
Five gram backwood watch me take this shit to the face
Made it out Milwaukee now we up in EC
Trying to stack my first M before I get my degree
Feeling real Blu when I don't get to the Gold
Don't keep a wallet in my pocket
Because you know I never fold
My rhymes hit hard
Like a hook from a heavyweight
And Rob on the beat
So this shit will make you levitate
Drop a bomb on the track
This shit will leave you devastated
Lyrical homicide
This shit that was premeditated
So let me tell you how this shit go
Packed deep up in the stu puffing on indo
Smoking that pack
Dropping bombs on the track
This shit hitting like a brick out a tenth story window
So come at me don't miss
Boy I hit with precision
Could put a dot on your head
Like it's part of your religion
So watch where you stepping boy
You can't try to boss me
Because like the streets I'm from
You look twice before you cross me
Do you blaze?
Did you blaze?
Do you blaze?
Did you blaze?
Yes!
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Writer(s): Robert Buckley
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