Octagon Coupes

May, may I have your attention?
There has been an error
Due to persistence and enthusiasm
The new winner is-
Don't worry about a thing, we'll rewrite the commercial
(Commercial, commercial, commercial)
I got this one B (yeah)
What's up, Bronze? Salute!
Green tank, yeah
Let's fly away, my niggas, yeah, uhn

Fly nigga, they say that I'm dope
Fly nigga, they say that I'm dope
Fly nigga, they say that I'm dope

Pepsi won't let me move too much coke
'Cross the district, my drift
Swift, might have missed it
Peeping through the peephole
'Noid, screaming, "Who is it?"
It's 'Lute, nigga, came to pay a little visit
From the home of the Gators
'Personators rock lizards

Well-insulated, I'm prepared for a blizzard
Rain, sleet, hail, snow, me, stop? Hell no
Grace the block, open arms like a field goal
It's getting easy, no pressure like a free throw
Ride a different wave, kush on a speedboat
She with you but I'm partners with her deep throat
Diabolical, pedal-to-the-metal
The level that I'm on make everything level

Mind state settled, neck hold medals, conditioned to win
Coach K, blue devil, my makeness greatness
Lights on hazard, 'Lute and Bronze Naz', instant classic (classic, classic)

You loosely based, blow a dart in your face
I spar with the best, hold my own with the greats
If not beat 'em, one-shot demon
Brick rock raps, I'm a mitten behemoth
My building is leaning
Inhale cold marigolds to relieve it
The stress Cohiba's fresh from Egypt
Mic cord around his neck, dead from seizures

Leave the scene, no clues, no reasons
Poolhall heathens, Coachella call, man, I'm feindin'
Attempting to skate 'fore I'm leaning
Trying to escape Detroit, they say I'm dreaming

Wake up, fake fucks
I rap royalty, take that cup, mine
Yeah, niggas better make room
Beretta pellets zoom all through your saloon, uhn
Modern-day warfare fumes
Firewire tombs, barbwire octagon coupes
Plotting on who?

Octagon Coupes, chipped off the old block
Concrete troops, bricks off of gold block
We from my angle obtuse like four o'clock
Ernie Barnes with the pen, no smock
Octagon Coupes, chipped off the old block
Concrete troops, bricks off of gold block
We from my angle obtuse like four o'clock
Ernie Barnes with the pen, no smock (mo'fucker)

Shark out Aruba
Blowin' hash Cuba
Mechanize mega, never seen by scuba
Motion detect take two steps, ruler
Lock and aim, name ring like my chain hang
Meters per feet, see how I eat
The beat like duct tape stuck to the street
Surface, divas, senoritas, fly purses
We flying on purpose

Octagon Coupes, pole vault verses
Cold thoughts on my pad, murky surface
(These mo'fuckers can't fuck with me, man)

Octagon Coupes, chipped off the old block
Concrete troops, bricks off of gold block
We from my angle obtuse like four o'clock
Ernie Barnes with the pen, no smock
Octagon Coupes, chipped off the old block
Concrete troops, bricks off of gold block
We from my angle obtuse like four o'clock
Ernie Barnes with the pen, no smock

Ernie Barnes with the pen, no smock
This is "Thought-"
"Volume 3"
"Volume 3"



Credits
Writer(s): Writer Unknown, Justin Cross
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