Kaloy Olavides - Infinite Choppers 2
[Verse 1: Hurracane]
I’m an original chopper that’s killing the record, nobody be doin' it better
And coming up out of the Canada with a Beretta, my nigga, be moving your sweater
Who in the fuck is that talking shit all about niggas? I promise I end the vendetta
Going hard on motherfuckers, swear to God I’ll never let up
Cut your head like lettuce, better not let us up in the room
You get Jeffrey Dahmer treatment, asshole full of broom
Carloads full of goons, but I do it solo
Have debris falling on your head like a snow globe
Run up on 'em, better come and get ‘em when I’m moving in silence
Millimeter full of venom when I pull up beside him
Put a nigga on a stretcher when I pop clips and drop him
This what you get from Gomorrah and Sodom
The bottom, trenches, the low lives in ditches
Don’t fuck around with me, I keep guns in clinches
Bang from a distance, there’s levels to this shit
Who seen me get busy? 'Cause snitches get stitches
I’ve been going hella heavy on 'em since I started this
I got a doctorate, a nigga skipped out on a scholarship
Now they want to take my pot to piss in a sarcophagus
Because a nigga killing it, they think that I should die with it
I’m out my mind with it, because I’m chopping every style
Pirate in the game, my nigga, I'm the captain now
Motherfuckers used to want to call me motormouth
Now they biting up my music like a fuckin' crocodile
Wondering how they can flip it for their self and put a stamp on it
Honestly, these clones fucked around and put a cramp on it
Know you’re waiting for it every day to hear the champ on it
Hurracane and DOWN6, pussy, we gon' vamp on it
Tearing niggas a new asshole, come and get it if you want it
Want to sell some records? Let the OG’s get up on it
Yeah, let the OG's get up on it
Yeah, sound motherfuckin' good, don't it?
[Verse 2: Idylll]
It's infinite in frame of the moment
Witness, submit to the kiln filled with the flame of the omen
Hell of a feeling to own
But if you're ready and willing to fully commit, and then put up your skin in the game
You can sort it with a superliminal name, isn't it a beautiful thing?
When an innocent pure new boutonnière gets a little sun and proliferate
It's gon' be a funeral in the rain
It start to reach up through terrain, infestation consume and strangle
Then soon it's displaying nameless, a tomb with a slate engraving, unstable
When it eventually petrify, and the name is reduced to fable
That man gon' be next in line as the prey to Medusa's tangle
But the chance of me ever dying is fading, not fatal, futile
When calamity, mayhem strike in a way so insanely brutal
You must've lost your grip
Taking up all that I've got but I'm never gonna be open and vulnerable, set up or caught with no bit of incompetence
You're looking in, right up at a God wielding power to make inner fate
I'ma sever the grip, it'll rip it apart up in agony, met it packing the brawn, kid
I brought it back when I walk in the wake, get to bring up the gift
Of the prodigal son and I will take it further off into infinite consonance
Similar beast, pseudo-intelligent freak, sent with a humanoid figure
The mimic will spread out the wings in a beautiful elegance
Feature enormous and pitch, empty voided set plumage of feathers and
Bleed from the flesh with a sleek and obsidian finish
Still got delusion of rea-son, why don't you get it?
When the ages pass and nearing y'all sentence, denying conviction
In the face of facts and the fear that y'all did it
Utter blasphemous lies, giant snake relax where they steering all distant
It just allow me to pry out your grip of that meager ambition
So now it's Fourth Eye infinite, you been heard the mission
Upper caliber mind, so of course I invent brand new feature edition
When I'm outside with the nine, I distort my own image, the beam split through these prisms
And if you contort my intention, then you seem two dimension
Meaning I can so see through the visage you claiming
And there's a saying that revenge is gon' get you digging two graves
In a fit of rage, indignation, hatred, no sense of restraint
So this an invasion of sacred chambers, write and remember the name
All for me, 'cause I-
[Verse 3: Asa]
I came in the game aimin' to maim
Pray like amen, slay men sayin' my name
Sever the main vein, I’m remaining vain
When I’m here in front your face, you gon' know that Asa bangs
Gotta be killin' 'em up with the flow in a minute
I know you are going to get it
I roll with the goat and I’m imminent
Gonna be going 'til Eminem told me I’m intricate
Homie a villain with chopping
When you are dropping, no-one’ll click it
Don’t hear you drop, we hear a penny drop 'cause no-one’ll listen
We the Infinite Choppers
It is a Homicide like Eminem Logic
Been a spitter since I was sittin' in kindergarten
Dribbling, dropping spit, double entendre
If bitches didn’t clock it
Nobody gonna be clocking what you do because we didn’t watch it
Been a bit despondent for a few weeks
'Cause she who I viewed as my boo grew to think us two needed to leave each other
Bleakness soon ensued, weeping myself to sleep
Too weak to do a new feature, but fuck it
'Cause here’s an interesting fact:
I’m my own worst enemy, think about that
Been beating myself up mentally
So what better way to get at me
Than pennin' this when I’m weak and being killed on the track?
But that’s not an excuse, put my all in all that I do
Thinking you are gonna be the one to go and kill him, I slaughter y’all in the booth
Hands on em; not a masseuse
So y’all would’ve thought I’m from Houston, like Kirk
'Cause all of the best to chop in his crew
So you’re gonna be one to get punished
Come with the gun; motherfuckers that want it
Gonna be gulping a couple bullets
Their gullet’ll fill when I’m willing to pull it
Gonna be doing it bigger than you can get
Move with the trigger, my crew get to shootin' at shit
Only meaning of shootin' the shit that we knew since we are nuisances
Doing and pursuing ruinous avenues in this music biz
Abusing, bruising newcomers who are doing this
I got you running out of bars; fugitive
The way we dual is pew pew, not like a pugilist
Asa!
[Verse 4: Al Zabran]
Ada yang push dan yang tus
Dan kelak ada yang menebus bak meletus
Lelah ku terbayar dari mreka yang terus menghina ku
Meledak bagai bom waktu yang menghantam tiap post
Postingan dari tiap porsi, postingan
Sorcit sampe jadi Sorong kota bajingan
Aku beranjak dari sana tanpa settingan
Ku bersampul budaya bahkan bukan set ringan
Hobi berbuah jadi money
Bertambah tiap waktu buat aku makin berani jalani
Selami bersyukur tiap hari
Mreka yang jatuhkan, mreka juga yang alami
Jadi buat apa hidup mreka ku urusi
Aku percaya setiap orang punya kursi
Melangkah lebih jauh jembatan ku hanya music
Skarang mreka liat ku buktikan ku tak bullshit
Sa dari papua baru sapa yang mo stell sa
Slalu ada kejutan mirip macam pesta
My flow from east side, land is the west side
I wanna be a rapper, I don't have to be rapstar
I'm runnin' runnin', I'm ballin' ballin'
They called called like a police
Fuck about shit, fuck about that
I keep it going, man, you know that
Nobody can stop me, and I said Hasta La Vis
Ta ta kosa kata bagai sa tra sulit kata, buka mata rata
Sa kas rata flow trapata tetap mantap mreka santap dengan lahab
Di kenal sangat luas sampe luar nusantara
Mreka sangat tak percaya bahkan sangat tak terima
Bila bukan mreka yang menjadi pilihan tuk cerita
Mreka ingin ku derita mreka bukan sang pencipta
[Verse 5: Toku Mei]
This was the wish that I blew out the candle for
Nowadays, there ain't much that I ask of more
Than the ability to willfully kill it whenever I get in my zone like Rittz when the track records
Any day of the week, month, or year
If they ever play a beat and the scene's stuck in fear
You gon' hear him lock it down like it's elementary to him
When he turns a one man army to three musketeers
(The T's up in here) Oh, how could I not be?
The way that I explode is volcanic just like Pompeii
Beyond heat, they wanna be near him but couldn't top me
The way that I'm rising wouldn't even put 'em in God's reach
So Godspeed, 'cause you're gonna need it
Believing like Naruto that you'll keep to a speed of a demon, heated
Coulda been wearing the shoes of Sonic, still end up gettin' defeated
And ringed out like a towel whenever I'm on the beat, kid
Takin' 'em down from their peak when I'm makin' 'em crash, call it acid
'Cause I'm making 'em trip with the way I'm chopping the pad in
This lyrical gymnastics when the track shifts to ashes
When they get him on a joint to burn up
Man, I got the match stick when I'm crafting, it's lit
Now that you get it, you better quit
There's no benefit to step in the wreckage when you're a bitch
Man, it's evident my penman is elegant when I spit
So give me the mic and I'm making a thriller, Michael Jackson
They might go back in their shell like a turtle
When the phone is jacked in to give Hell, quite eternal
I'm the dream shatterer, beast handler, sweeping amateurs
While stompin' 'em so bad that they'll have to pee through a catheter
While I run around the track, I make it seem like a Paseo
Whether second or sixth, I break 'em down like mashed potatoes
I was idle, now I'm a hurricane to fix 'em in their cradle
They're far away from the level I pencil at, undebatable
[Verse 6: DOWN6]
Headstone, carving their name, death a repeating sentence
Endlessly engulfing the yard that's present and eat the peasants
Roam without a reason, I puff a blunt then I spit this message
Forecast of this season is raining bloody and lit the essence
Choppin' the ominous harmonies, thugs are runnin' with bones to pick
The clan wanna get their arteries, slicing open their fuckin' wrists
I'm hot when I grind the pot, then pen finna jot the lines with iller vision
Line up and burning the woods, what I be rolling for unholy hits
Infinite back and I'm finna come rise from the grave when they name it in vain
I am on top with the weight, the heaviest heavenly closing of case
Stuck in the middle of what'll be good for the killer, you'll crumble and shiver
I come with a reckoning force in the house of the opp and I'm grabbin' the weapon to spray
Living the life with a criminal mind in the minimal dumpings of feelings I vent
I'm a summoner facing the fate of a demon in trace, and I'm mobbing with evil intent
And the coffin will open, I'm walkin' upon 'em to terminate sinners, I'm bringin' that bread with it
Timid at best, what I pack in the vest it'll blast with a habit of hunting the rest
My fourth eye's open, of course the scythe is in motion
Never tired of the kids that stay biting all that was quoted
I advise you of the gas like it's titan, enticing notion, holded
Motive isn't ill or unforgiving, they gon' forever stay devoted
Sip on the jack when I cover the feelings to keep me from a break down
Contaminate a motherfucker when I'm lockin' jaws like a grey hound
If you want a feature, better send that money to the Cash App or the PayPal
Not a fate-bound to the fake cow, medicate now, I blaze loud
Got a sawed-off, time to bust holes, not a muscle can stop all this mockery
In the middle when they're overdosing like a proper fiend
Choking on verbs, owning every little word like apostrophes
If you wanna fuck around up in a circle of the killers, chop properly
I deflect all that is empty and mix up the chemicals
Sellin' bricks like I'm Jesse, abandoned soul
I roll bands in my pants on this episode
Infinitely, I'm ever cold
[Verse 7: Troll]
Esse é o peso do aço
Ninguém tá preocupado como tá a mente do palhaço
Vou derretendo metalmente lentamente a cada paço
Sinto que meu fim 'tá chegando, não sei mais o que eu faço
Jão, eu nunca 'tô nem aí pra o que tú fala, então
Cala a sua boca, mano, e me deixa em paz
Eu já 'tô cansado dessa fraca opinião
De todo mundo que fala muito e nada faz
Eu sou o padre do Satanás, mas fecho com Deus pra me equilibrar
Forjei minhas navalhas no ferro de Ferrabraz
E vou usar para caçar quem me quer mal não vai ter paz
Eu vou queimar, se quiser parar, repara que Deus é que vai te salvar
Seu filha da puta quero que tu morra, repara na faca, vai virar saudade
Tu sabe que eu trago a verdade, sua cabeça vai virar jantar
No fundo da sala reside o capeta, capite a mensagem pra poder escapar
'Tô te dando uma chance, e eu falo comigo mesmo
É que eu vi de relance minha imagem perante ao espelho
Sei que eu 'tô perdido, sei que eu 'tô fudido
O fim, compreendido, em 12 comprimido'
Me desculpe falar disso, é que eu 'tô meio comprimido
Com a pressão da compressão ou depressão na minha mente
Sei que no fim dessa história acabo morto infelizmente
Mas convivo com a culpa de não ter mudado isso
Então repara, prepara e se liga no surto que eu faço
Mas cara, mascara a cara do SPS kid
É que eu sempre tive o foco de executar o que eu faço
Sigo no foco, repara na faca que mata cabaço, com isso lide
[Verse 8: Ruffian Rugged & | ]
az atya Funk
Pull up pon di man em encanto
Offa the wall like Hugo, Madrigal
Duppy the bag a the demon
I summon a coven, a governor duppy all
Talkin' a mac a nuh lyrically when I get in a bar, but genna saeko
Dem a nuh pac inna packin' a mac but dem a mac inna beastmode
Def Ill, I come in and bringin' the rawkus, I'm fuckin' a wreckonomicon up
Fucker they sleepin' on For The Record but the governor mi gi(vin) dem a insomnia plot
Inna dorm I hop, sick a the beginner fucker they fakin' a onion chop
Hek-(e)-ler buk inna sucker they tinkin they breakin' a rough gun ark from out South Park
A gabonaköröm a jelem, a lakom a ködök, a perem, a kapocs, ha pörögA lemez, a magot e kövön ha vetem, a karom, ha lövök, a tech-em, a zajomHa döbög a mech-em, a lapon a köbön e felem, ha kapod, e gömbön a kezemA labor, ha bököm a lebenyt, a karóm, ha kötöm az ebet, az új csúcs vár!
Talk on of "Rugged a makin' up words" like him a nuh comin' a FU too, bruv
Tinkin they woke up to breakin' a record then governor gi dem a juju back!
Merke die Merkato-Mekeler, mök i des mög(e)liche björkortig, merke da mek it buk in their makula, Pow! (Nooooo!)
Duppy the pack a the PEGIDA makin it buk inna "maga", the mocker, the machiato mocca there makin' 'em BOW! (Whoa!)
Rugged, I +Gotta Be Dope+
Step pon the mic and the piccolo, dobale! Savin' a game inna Konamicode
For the Record, I'ma dead 'em with artillery, gon' chop an onionhead, their brains gonna blow
Sub inna back a the dub a the venom, I purge 'em a war inna game of the goats
Prayin' to the Choppergods from Brainsick to Sabotahe
race to the top of charts
laser them all, raisin' the bar
[Verse 9: Faraway]
Между полуднем и полночью почему-то я не вижу различий
Я не в декабре на северах, и не с повязкой на глазах, хотя было бы символично
Просто вечный прищур… Надеюсь, меня ищут, и я не стану пищей
Старика в лабиринте, будто в Containment Breach
Выручай меня резче, capisci?
На свет меня выведи да найди для меня remedy, фаҳмидед?
My life is nothing but a comedy
Маленький Палпатин всё пытается в войну, вид понурый
Так заразителен, зрители не дадут... Соврать
Как бы там ни было, people, обидно было бы спать
Убитыми или живыми... В белокаменной якобы с жиру бесятся?
Мы ходим по углям по порочному кругу в потугах дорогу к выходу найти, а не на виселицу лестницу…
Как Мисора Наоми. Люк Бессон или Capcom, но я бессонный Леон в этой суматохе
Многие хотели бы делать ноги, но держат нас пороги квартир и домов, и работа
Рабом не пристало быть никому, но порой
Всех нас умножают или делят на ноль
В итоге получается бесконечно много частей
И бесконечно мало чести и чистых людей
Теперь в этом уделе потеряны мы, тернии перетерпеть не дано
По телику мы теремок, а на деле в тюрьме не ок
В темени в темнице в смятении мотаем срок
Как и те, кто не захотели проводить у соседей ремонт
Перипетия за перипетией, поработили, убедительны, в тире потерей нет
И все капризы врезаны в призму медиа
А кто не слеп, тому видно, слова на ветер
Infinita la commedia
[Verse 10: BoneZ]
God damnit he’s back, not another chopper track
Is you talkin’ that shit? Nah, as a matter a fact
I wanna spread positivity, give you all a hug
I ain't rappin' about no murder shit, not rappin' about no drugs
Oh damn, is he being deceptive? Now BoneZ is known to be wicked
Nah, little homie, bring your girl and we gon’ kick it
Who is that? Who is them? They’ll be leavin' any minute
Want some liquor? You can drink it, hit my spliff or do a line
And no pressure only if you with it, homie, you alright?
Yeah, you lookin' kinda lifted
Where’d you put your drink, did someone put shit up in it? Time to say goodnight
(Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, motherfucker)
Now all of us deep in his girl, we pull out, leave no evidence
She gaggin' and she talkin', giving up the fuckin' residence
We run up in that motherfucker, takin’ every cent of his
The television, PS5, money, and what's in the fridge
Oh, schizophrenic with the flow
I do it how I want to, you had better let it go
Anybody out there dare to tell me that I'm wrong
There are people on this track that are better than you are
And at not just rap, no, a whole lot more
Yeah, we make money moves while you still wash floors
Of course there's no whores 'cause you're poor and abhorrent
It ain’t morse nor a secret she’s bored, wishin' for me
I'm a Porsche, you're a Ford or Accord
4 door trim level tour, you get ignored
While I fuck the type of bitches that you jack it to in porn
I'm doing what I want or I'm passionate towards
I take it to the finish, ain't no passin' the torch
Financial freedom is something you can't afford
(Can't afford) Talk to 'em, Bonez
Financial freedom is something you can't afford
[Verse 11: eze]
A true que mata cabaço, não pega no truque
Chego no reino me chame de "True King"
Levada fraca, espero que troque
Speed que é forte, me chame de Hulk
Mato arrombado, coloco no pote
Pera que paro, 'cê leva esse bote
Rima navalha, 'cê sente o corte
Levada que é rara causando tua morte
Pera, pense: quem se cansa mais?
Você tentando me alcançar, ou eu, fazendo o que me convém?
Se não me convence, arrombado nem pense
Pois eu tenho capacidade de acabar com a sua espécie
Rápido igual Tech N9ne
Metralhadora de rima tipo TEC-9
Melhor SPS Kid nessa frontline
Como um Floyd ou Mike
'Cê não entende é que na cara toma punchline
Que eu tô quente, impacto igual Genshin
Fato que sou quem te matou essa vez fi
Não sou coerente, eu sou inteligente
Sou criptonita vim acabar com esses Clark Kent
Mano, embarco no barco, no beco pego na faca
Caveira acaba esse cara, que pensa que faz rima rara
Só que 'cê leva na cara, careca, eleven num encara
Do Nicarágua 'cê cai, só rima falsa é do Paraguai
Então para, sai, que eu piso nesse neandertal
Cuidado, vai que eu te furo com a parafal
Lutando pela paz mas se depender, mano, eu causo o mal
Já que degolar esse arrombado' virou casual
Rap não é cômico, ou comic-con, não fantasio
Como que eu 'tô no auge e tem mano que tá falando que eu tô vazio?
Mas eu sigo matando mano que da falha
Foda é que eu faço, isso pra mim é tão fácil
Se não crema, condena a cena, no tema, não tema, aceno
O problema é que apenas vendo oque tenho não me contento
Momento que empenho, vem no contraste o próprio veneno
Se falar que o talento é grande, provo que tá pequeno
[Verse 12: CrisOne]
Oh, para makita mo kung sino ba 'ko, tingnan mo 'ko
Talaga namang pagdating sa katulinan, 'di na napaghulihan sa dami ng mga kataga na dinura ko
Dalubhasa na makata, 'di kailangang sabihin pa sapagkat balewalang paliwanagan
Kapagka nakalima 'ko, tangan na lebel
Para bang kanibalismo, pumatay sa dila na tila baril
Ni hindi makapapel ang mga dilang matabil
Sa kalupitan animo'y lahat aking pinagkikitil
Sa buong mundo, napasama na 'ko
'Di ko na kailangang patunayan, ito na'ng katunayan
Infinite Choppers, makata na uliran
Sa pagkakataon na 'to ay dapat mong pakinggan
Napasa 'kin at akin nang ginamay
Mga pashnea sa 'kin akin nang pinatay
Sino mang humamon sa 'kin ay hindi makasabay tingnan mo 'ko, talaga naman, ayy, pinakasanay
Pinakadalubhasa na makata, tingnan, oh wala nang makatalo pa
'Di makapaniwala sa dami ng mga binibigkas ko na mga silaba
Na hindi kayang sukatin ng mga tanga
Kung susumahin para sa 'kin ay mga nilampasan ko na
Para sa 'kin madali na lang gawin ang bagay
Tuksalin sa buhay mayro'n ka lang pagtitiyaga
Upang madalumat ng mga mata kung bakit ba 'ko naparito na maibahagi ko sa kanila
Kakarampot kong talento, 'lika makinig ka't
Tunghayan panimula ko't paano sumampa
Hinubog ng panahon, oras aking tinuon
'Di ko namalayan nakilala na pala nila
Nagmula sa Pilipinas, ito ang pinapamalas
Ng makatang hindi masyadong kilala
Darating ang panahon namin, babakas 'to
Kung bakit mayro'ng alagad ng musika
Kaya makinig ka
[Verse 13: Bloody Ruckus]
Kamehameha, meet the light of God
Fuck yo' whole mob, blow apart your cerebellum with the TNT
Bust back, bitch, multiple murder, cappin' again, I'm ready to get 'em like Hannibal Cannibal
Why you thinking you gonna be fuckin' with me?
Grip the calico, release a hundred shots into your body
Then I take a shit up on your carcass like a porta-potty
Ain't nobody fuckin' with you, goofy, no I'm never sorry
Fuck you and your retribution, sucker, take that shit to Maury
Summon the demon I'm kicking it wicked, I'm breaking the halo and digging my cranium
Little by little I kinda be wondering why do they want to be thinking they better and greater?
Gotta be livin' it ghetto, poppin' a motherfucker, ready to murder
Thinking of liberty, chopping a body under the water, my killer
Born to be grabbin' a weapon and cappin' a broken animal with all of my murderers
Top of the morning, die with the burner livin' inside of yo' booty cavity
Gotta be money clippin' and rippin' and hackin' on ya little buddy
If you think it's funny then my bullets gonna leave you bloody
Creep up out the trenches with a scope up on my heater
Leaving goofy suckers leaking like a hole up in a cellar pipe
While making your body looking like a dart board from a voodoo ritual
I got a needle for your dolly in the dead of night
To all I ever wanted, domination was my combination
On you motherfuckers thinking that I would not ever make it
Fuck around and find out with yo' face up on a t-shirt, pussy
Chop your body into nothing 'cause I'm not the type to fake it
Thinking of making the demon, I'm lurking and hurting the head of the enemy
I will dump a full round on your whole fuckin' crew
Bitch, I got more guns than Osama bin Laden hidden within the walls of my bedroom
Truthfully, I am the last motherfucker for you to think you can handle all this smoke
Carvin' your head like a Halloween pumpkin in front of your mother and daddy
Get 'em and kill 'em and do it again, I'm totally out of my dome ya hoe, that I know
[Verse 14: Dvagoh]
Solenne dico solamente welcome to the show
Sorprendente sul secondo che subentro col noscope, clutch
Premo poi rilascio riparto in quarta 100 in 4 flat
E non se ne parla che se manca il tempo ma c'è la domanda taglio, no crack, ah
Servo tutto puro ancora prima scelta
Steso come arriva in testa
Straight outta come Eazy e Yella
Specchi rotti e fumo disperso non mi fa iella
Stang mane punto dritto al fine di sta vita in terra
Quindi sai che è nomen omen di scorpione
Dico "vieni qua" e poi un gancio sull'addome ti corrode
Vedi che importa l'impatto, mica poi che sia veloce
Dopo questa so passato a Trigganometry con lode
E infatti si vede, no pressione, con le bar la aggravo
Pochi giri di parole qua si parla chiaro
E quando la flippo al volo come un'omelette lo chiamava il caso
Non a caso ho imparato prima a stare al passo
Per arrivare in questo Pantheon di una squadra
Tutti prime è come nel cinema giappo dei 50
Mentre gli altri hanno parlato più che fatto metri in gara
Io allenato tengo il fiato più di un cazzo di oceanauta
Così che non mi si ponga il problema di finire in pasto a dei piranha
Non hai inquadrato la minaccia è da questo lato che si scappa
Dopo che passiamo di qua vi rimane nastro giallo steso in strada
Dopo che pensavano il genere morto ne esce un altro per rivalsa e allora
Load the choppers, go to war
Anno nuovo senti il botto
Prima tutti su un momento mane salute a Sinna Row
Esercito sacrilego
Incenerisco fino al roach
Per sempre infinito bombardate che resisterò
[Verse 15: Kal Paseo]
I'm a Greek God, and it might seem odd
That I'm the beginning of it and the end of your listening experience
They here for this, you hearing this?
That finish line material
Ethereal, no miracles, now try to mirror this
I'm the cause
Going out with a bang they not expecting
Like the Joker shot at you with a red and yellow flag
That's some foul play
I feel so bad putting you in your place
A toddler in the corner to recollect 'cause it was child's play
I'm demonstrating what it means to be a part of this
You give it all and bring it out your soul into the art and mix
Don't get it twisted, too many have and that's why we gotta flip it
In need of empathy 'cause it motivates my living
My parents don't get any credit, I will never lend a visit
Especially if they hold resentment and still benefitting
They was worried about me, now they acting up, it left me missing
Intimate with infinity, y'all stuck in the present, bitching
I'm splitting the fabric and the atom, the Adam of this
Nuclear on the apocalypse, immortality averages
Constantly the raddest with it, Oppenheimer mathematician
Introduce a catastrophic apparition
Purgatory, I'm devoted
It spoketh, I rode in surrounded throughout with the hopeless
I'm imposing and you posing, the truth is unknown
It's a mystery, you don't got no hints (silence)
All I know is pain, that's all I can reflect
The trauma, neglect, imperfection, I plan protection
I am the man to mention if I pass you
Messing with you ain't the motion
Emotion's my political potion
If you don't got the connection, I'm disconnecting from the bullshit you phone in
Abort the call
So when I hang you up from the heavens like a crucifixion
It's a blessing if you die before you fall
I’m an original chopper that’s killing the record, nobody be doin' it better
And coming up out of the Canada with a Beretta, my nigga, be moving your sweater
Who in the fuck is that talking shit all about niggas? I promise I end the vendetta
Going hard on motherfuckers, swear to God I’ll never let up
Cut your head like lettuce, better not let us up in the room
You get Jeffrey Dahmer treatment, asshole full of broom
Carloads full of goons, but I do it solo
Have debris falling on your head like a snow globe
Run up on 'em, better come and get ‘em when I’m moving in silence
Millimeter full of venom when I pull up beside him
Put a nigga on a stretcher when I pop clips and drop him
This what you get from Gomorrah and Sodom
The bottom, trenches, the low lives in ditches
Don’t fuck around with me, I keep guns in clinches
Bang from a distance, there’s levels to this shit
Who seen me get busy? 'Cause snitches get stitches
I’ve been going hella heavy on 'em since I started this
I got a doctorate, a nigga skipped out on a scholarship
Now they want to take my pot to piss in a sarcophagus
Because a nigga killing it, they think that I should die with it
I’m out my mind with it, because I’m chopping every style
Pirate in the game, my nigga, I'm the captain now
Motherfuckers used to want to call me motormouth
Now they biting up my music like a fuckin' crocodile
Wondering how they can flip it for their self and put a stamp on it
Honestly, these clones fucked around and put a cramp on it
Know you’re waiting for it every day to hear the champ on it
Hurracane and DOWN6, pussy, we gon' vamp on it
Tearing niggas a new asshole, come and get it if you want it
Want to sell some records? Let the OG’s get up on it
Yeah, let the OG's get up on it
Yeah, sound motherfuckin' good, don't it?
[Verse 2: Idylll]
It's infinite in frame of the moment
Witness, submit to the kiln filled with the flame of the omen
Hell of a feeling to own
But if you're ready and willing to fully commit, and then put up your skin in the game
You can sort it with a superliminal name, isn't it a beautiful thing?
When an innocent pure new boutonnière gets a little sun and proliferate
It's gon' be a funeral in the rain
It start to reach up through terrain, infestation consume and strangle
Then soon it's displaying nameless, a tomb with a slate engraving, unstable
When it eventually petrify, and the name is reduced to fable
That man gon' be next in line as the prey to Medusa's tangle
But the chance of me ever dying is fading, not fatal, futile
When calamity, mayhem strike in a way so insanely brutal
You must've lost your grip
Taking up all that I've got but I'm never gonna be open and vulnerable, set up or caught with no bit of incompetence
You're looking in, right up at a God wielding power to make inner fate
I'ma sever the grip, it'll rip it apart up in agony, met it packing the brawn, kid
I brought it back when I walk in the wake, get to bring up the gift
Of the prodigal son and I will take it further off into infinite consonance
Similar beast, pseudo-intelligent freak, sent with a humanoid figure
The mimic will spread out the wings in a beautiful elegance
Feature enormous and pitch, empty voided set plumage of feathers and
Bleed from the flesh with a sleek and obsidian finish
Still got delusion of rea-son, why don't you get it?
When the ages pass and nearing y'all sentence, denying conviction
In the face of facts and the fear that y'all did it
Utter blasphemous lies, giant snake relax where they steering all distant
It just allow me to pry out your grip of that meager ambition
So now it's Fourth Eye infinite, you been heard the mission
Upper caliber mind, so of course I invent brand new feature edition
When I'm outside with the nine, I distort my own image, the beam split through these prisms
And if you contort my intention, then you seem two dimension
Meaning I can so see through the visage you claiming
And there's a saying that revenge is gon' get you digging two graves
In a fit of rage, indignation, hatred, no sense of restraint
So this an invasion of sacred chambers, write and remember the name
All for me, 'cause I-
[Verse 3: Asa]
I came in the game aimin' to maim
Pray like amen, slay men sayin' my name
Sever the main vein, I’m remaining vain
When I’m here in front your face, you gon' know that Asa bangs
Gotta be killin' 'em up with the flow in a minute
I know you are going to get it
I roll with the goat and I’m imminent
Gonna be going 'til Eminem told me I’m intricate
Homie a villain with chopping
When you are dropping, no-one’ll click it
Don’t hear you drop, we hear a penny drop 'cause no-one’ll listen
We the Infinite Choppers
It is a Homicide like Eminem Logic
Been a spitter since I was sittin' in kindergarten
Dribbling, dropping spit, double entendre
If bitches didn’t clock it
Nobody gonna be clocking what you do because we didn’t watch it
Been a bit despondent for a few weeks
'Cause she who I viewed as my boo grew to think us two needed to leave each other
Bleakness soon ensued, weeping myself to sleep
Too weak to do a new feature, but fuck it
'Cause here’s an interesting fact:
I’m my own worst enemy, think about that
Been beating myself up mentally
So what better way to get at me
Than pennin' this when I’m weak and being killed on the track?
But that’s not an excuse, put my all in all that I do
Thinking you are gonna be the one to go and kill him, I slaughter y’all in the booth
Hands on em; not a masseuse
So y’all would’ve thought I’m from Houston, like Kirk
'Cause all of the best to chop in his crew
So you’re gonna be one to get punished
Come with the gun; motherfuckers that want it
Gonna be gulping a couple bullets
Their gullet’ll fill when I’m willing to pull it
Gonna be doing it bigger than you can get
Move with the trigger, my crew get to shootin' at shit
Only meaning of shootin' the shit that we knew since we are nuisances
Doing and pursuing ruinous avenues in this music biz
Abusing, bruising newcomers who are doing this
I got you running out of bars; fugitive
The way we dual is pew pew, not like a pugilist
Asa!
[Verse 4: Al Zabran]
Ada yang push dan yang tus
Dan kelak ada yang menebus bak meletus
Lelah ku terbayar dari mreka yang terus menghina ku
Meledak bagai bom waktu yang menghantam tiap post
Postingan dari tiap porsi, postingan
Sorcit sampe jadi Sorong kota bajingan
Aku beranjak dari sana tanpa settingan
Ku bersampul budaya bahkan bukan set ringan
Hobi berbuah jadi money
Bertambah tiap waktu buat aku makin berani jalani
Selami bersyukur tiap hari
Mreka yang jatuhkan, mreka juga yang alami
Jadi buat apa hidup mreka ku urusi
Aku percaya setiap orang punya kursi
Melangkah lebih jauh jembatan ku hanya music
Skarang mreka liat ku buktikan ku tak bullshit
Sa dari papua baru sapa yang mo stell sa
Slalu ada kejutan mirip macam pesta
My flow from east side, land is the west side
I wanna be a rapper, I don't have to be rapstar
I'm runnin' runnin', I'm ballin' ballin'
They called called like a police
Fuck about shit, fuck about that
I keep it going, man, you know that
Nobody can stop me, and I said Hasta La Vis
Ta ta kosa kata bagai sa tra sulit kata, buka mata rata
Sa kas rata flow trapata tetap mantap mreka santap dengan lahab
Di kenal sangat luas sampe luar nusantara
Mreka sangat tak percaya bahkan sangat tak terima
Bila bukan mreka yang menjadi pilihan tuk cerita
Mreka ingin ku derita mreka bukan sang pencipta
[Verse 5: Toku Mei]
This was the wish that I blew out the candle for
Nowadays, there ain't much that I ask of more
Than the ability to willfully kill it whenever I get in my zone like Rittz when the track records
Any day of the week, month, or year
If they ever play a beat and the scene's stuck in fear
You gon' hear him lock it down like it's elementary to him
When he turns a one man army to three musketeers
(The T's up in here) Oh, how could I not be?
The way that I explode is volcanic just like Pompeii
Beyond heat, they wanna be near him but couldn't top me
The way that I'm rising wouldn't even put 'em in God's reach
So Godspeed, 'cause you're gonna need it
Believing like Naruto that you'll keep to a speed of a demon, heated
Coulda been wearing the shoes of Sonic, still end up gettin' defeated
And ringed out like a towel whenever I'm on the beat, kid
Takin' 'em down from their peak when I'm makin' 'em crash, call it acid
'Cause I'm making 'em trip with the way I'm chopping the pad in
This lyrical gymnastics when the track shifts to ashes
When they get him on a joint to burn up
Man, I got the match stick when I'm crafting, it's lit
Now that you get it, you better quit
There's no benefit to step in the wreckage when you're a bitch
Man, it's evident my penman is elegant when I spit
So give me the mic and I'm making a thriller, Michael Jackson
They might go back in their shell like a turtle
When the phone is jacked in to give Hell, quite eternal
I'm the dream shatterer, beast handler, sweeping amateurs
While stompin' 'em so bad that they'll have to pee through a catheter
While I run around the track, I make it seem like a Paseo
Whether second or sixth, I break 'em down like mashed potatoes
I was idle, now I'm a hurricane to fix 'em in their cradle
They're far away from the level I pencil at, undebatable
[Verse 6: DOWN6]
Headstone, carving their name, death a repeating sentence
Endlessly engulfing the yard that's present and eat the peasants
Roam without a reason, I puff a blunt then I spit this message
Forecast of this season is raining bloody and lit the essence
Choppin' the ominous harmonies, thugs are runnin' with bones to pick
The clan wanna get their arteries, slicing open their fuckin' wrists
I'm hot when I grind the pot, then pen finna jot the lines with iller vision
Line up and burning the woods, what I be rolling for unholy hits
Infinite back and I'm finna come rise from the grave when they name it in vain
I am on top with the weight, the heaviest heavenly closing of case
Stuck in the middle of what'll be good for the killer, you'll crumble and shiver
I come with a reckoning force in the house of the opp and I'm grabbin' the weapon to spray
Living the life with a criminal mind in the minimal dumpings of feelings I vent
I'm a summoner facing the fate of a demon in trace, and I'm mobbing with evil intent
And the coffin will open, I'm walkin' upon 'em to terminate sinners, I'm bringin' that bread with it
Timid at best, what I pack in the vest it'll blast with a habit of hunting the rest
My fourth eye's open, of course the scythe is in motion
Never tired of the kids that stay biting all that was quoted
I advise you of the gas like it's titan, enticing notion, holded
Motive isn't ill or unforgiving, they gon' forever stay devoted
Sip on the jack when I cover the feelings to keep me from a break down
Contaminate a motherfucker when I'm lockin' jaws like a grey hound
If you want a feature, better send that money to the Cash App or the PayPal
Not a fate-bound to the fake cow, medicate now, I blaze loud
Got a sawed-off, time to bust holes, not a muscle can stop all this mockery
In the middle when they're overdosing like a proper fiend
Choking on verbs, owning every little word like apostrophes
If you wanna fuck around up in a circle of the killers, chop properly
I deflect all that is empty and mix up the chemicals
Sellin' bricks like I'm Jesse, abandoned soul
I roll bands in my pants on this episode
Infinitely, I'm ever cold
[Verse 7: Troll]
Esse é o peso do aço
Ninguém tá preocupado como tá a mente do palhaço
Vou derretendo metalmente lentamente a cada paço
Sinto que meu fim 'tá chegando, não sei mais o que eu faço
Jão, eu nunca 'tô nem aí pra o que tú fala, então
Cala a sua boca, mano, e me deixa em paz
Eu já 'tô cansado dessa fraca opinião
De todo mundo que fala muito e nada faz
Eu sou o padre do Satanás, mas fecho com Deus pra me equilibrar
Forjei minhas navalhas no ferro de Ferrabraz
E vou usar para caçar quem me quer mal não vai ter paz
Eu vou queimar, se quiser parar, repara que Deus é que vai te salvar
Seu filha da puta quero que tu morra, repara na faca, vai virar saudade
Tu sabe que eu trago a verdade, sua cabeça vai virar jantar
No fundo da sala reside o capeta, capite a mensagem pra poder escapar
'Tô te dando uma chance, e eu falo comigo mesmo
É que eu vi de relance minha imagem perante ao espelho
Sei que eu 'tô perdido, sei que eu 'tô fudido
O fim, compreendido, em 12 comprimido'
Me desculpe falar disso, é que eu 'tô meio comprimido
Com a pressão da compressão ou depressão na minha mente
Sei que no fim dessa história acabo morto infelizmente
Mas convivo com a culpa de não ter mudado isso
Então repara, prepara e se liga no surto que eu faço
Mas cara, mascara a cara do SPS kid
É que eu sempre tive o foco de executar o que eu faço
Sigo no foco, repara na faca que mata cabaço, com isso lide
[Verse 8: Ruffian Rugged & | ]
az atya Funk
Pull up pon di man em encanto
Offa the wall like Hugo, Madrigal
Duppy the bag a the demon
I summon a coven, a governor duppy all
Talkin' a mac a nuh lyrically when I get in a bar, but genna saeko
Dem a nuh pac inna packin' a mac but dem a mac inna beastmode
Def Ill, I come in and bringin' the rawkus, I'm fuckin' a wreckonomicon up
Fucker they sleepin' on For The Record but the governor mi gi(vin) dem a insomnia plot
Inna dorm I hop, sick a the beginner fucker they fakin' a onion chop
Hek-(e)-ler buk inna sucker they tinkin they breakin' a rough gun ark from out South Park
A gabonaköröm a jelem, a lakom a ködök, a perem, a kapocs, ha pörögA lemez, a magot e kövön ha vetem, a karom, ha lövök, a tech-em, a zajomHa döbög a mech-em, a lapon a köbön e felem, ha kapod, e gömbön a kezemA labor, ha bököm a lebenyt, a karóm, ha kötöm az ebet, az új csúcs vár!
Talk on of "Rugged a makin' up words" like him a nuh comin' a FU too, bruv
Tinkin they woke up to breakin' a record then governor gi dem a juju back!
Merke die Merkato-Mekeler, mök i des mög(e)liche björkortig, merke da mek it buk in their makula, Pow! (Nooooo!)
Duppy the pack a the PEGIDA makin it buk inna "maga", the mocker, the machiato mocca there makin' 'em BOW! (Whoa!)
Rugged, I +Gotta Be Dope+
Step pon the mic and the piccolo, dobale! Savin' a game inna Konamicode
For the Record, I'ma dead 'em with artillery, gon' chop an onionhead, their brains gonna blow
Sub inna back a the dub a the venom, I purge 'em a war inna game of the goats
Prayin' to the Choppergods from Brainsick to Sabotahe
race to the top of charts
laser them all, raisin' the bar
[Verse 9: Faraway]
Между полуднем и полночью почему-то я не вижу различий
Я не в декабре на северах, и не с повязкой на глазах, хотя было бы символично
Просто вечный прищур… Надеюсь, меня ищут, и я не стану пищей
Старика в лабиринте, будто в Containment Breach
Выручай меня резче, capisci?
На свет меня выведи да найди для меня remedy, фаҳмидед?
My life is nothing but a comedy
Маленький Палпатин всё пытается в войну, вид понурый
Так заразителен, зрители не дадут... Соврать
Как бы там ни было, people, обидно было бы спать
Убитыми или живыми... В белокаменной якобы с жиру бесятся?
Мы ходим по углям по порочному кругу в потугах дорогу к выходу найти, а не на виселицу лестницу…
Как Мисора Наоми. Люк Бессон или Capcom, но я бессонный Леон в этой суматохе
Многие хотели бы делать ноги, но держат нас пороги квартир и домов, и работа
Рабом не пристало быть никому, но порой
Всех нас умножают или делят на ноль
В итоге получается бесконечно много частей
И бесконечно мало чести и чистых людей
Теперь в этом уделе потеряны мы, тернии перетерпеть не дано
По телику мы теремок, а на деле в тюрьме не ок
В темени в темнице в смятении мотаем срок
Как и те, кто не захотели проводить у соседей ремонт
Перипетия за перипетией, поработили, убедительны, в тире потерей нет
И все капризы врезаны в призму медиа
А кто не слеп, тому видно, слова на ветер
Infinita la commedia
[Verse 10: BoneZ]
God damnit he’s back, not another chopper track
Is you talkin’ that shit? Nah, as a matter a fact
I wanna spread positivity, give you all a hug
I ain't rappin' about no murder shit, not rappin' about no drugs
Oh damn, is he being deceptive? Now BoneZ is known to be wicked
Nah, little homie, bring your girl and we gon’ kick it
Who is that? Who is them? They’ll be leavin' any minute
Want some liquor? You can drink it, hit my spliff or do a line
And no pressure only if you with it, homie, you alright?
Yeah, you lookin' kinda lifted
Where’d you put your drink, did someone put shit up in it? Time to say goodnight
(Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, motherfucker)
Now all of us deep in his girl, we pull out, leave no evidence
She gaggin' and she talkin', giving up the fuckin' residence
We run up in that motherfucker, takin’ every cent of his
The television, PS5, money, and what's in the fridge
Oh, schizophrenic with the flow
I do it how I want to, you had better let it go
Anybody out there dare to tell me that I'm wrong
There are people on this track that are better than you are
And at not just rap, no, a whole lot more
Yeah, we make money moves while you still wash floors
Of course there's no whores 'cause you're poor and abhorrent
It ain’t morse nor a secret she’s bored, wishin' for me
I'm a Porsche, you're a Ford or Accord
4 door trim level tour, you get ignored
While I fuck the type of bitches that you jack it to in porn
I'm doing what I want or I'm passionate towards
I take it to the finish, ain't no passin' the torch
Financial freedom is something you can't afford
(Can't afford) Talk to 'em, Bonez
Financial freedom is something you can't afford
[Verse 11: eze]
A true que mata cabaço, não pega no truque
Chego no reino me chame de "True King"
Levada fraca, espero que troque
Speed que é forte, me chame de Hulk
Mato arrombado, coloco no pote
Pera que paro, 'cê leva esse bote
Rima navalha, 'cê sente o corte
Levada que é rara causando tua morte
Pera, pense: quem se cansa mais?
Você tentando me alcançar, ou eu, fazendo o que me convém?
Se não me convence, arrombado nem pense
Pois eu tenho capacidade de acabar com a sua espécie
Rápido igual Tech N9ne
Metralhadora de rima tipo TEC-9
Melhor SPS Kid nessa frontline
Como um Floyd ou Mike
'Cê não entende é que na cara toma punchline
Que eu tô quente, impacto igual Genshin
Fato que sou quem te matou essa vez fi
Não sou coerente, eu sou inteligente
Sou criptonita vim acabar com esses Clark Kent
Mano, embarco no barco, no beco pego na faca
Caveira acaba esse cara, que pensa que faz rima rara
Só que 'cê leva na cara, careca, eleven num encara
Do Nicarágua 'cê cai, só rima falsa é do Paraguai
Então para, sai, que eu piso nesse neandertal
Cuidado, vai que eu te furo com a parafal
Lutando pela paz mas se depender, mano, eu causo o mal
Já que degolar esse arrombado' virou casual
Rap não é cômico, ou comic-con, não fantasio
Como que eu 'tô no auge e tem mano que tá falando que eu tô vazio?
Mas eu sigo matando mano que da falha
Foda é que eu faço, isso pra mim é tão fácil
Se não crema, condena a cena, no tema, não tema, aceno
O problema é que apenas vendo oque tenho não me contento
Momento que empenho, vem no contraste o próprio veneno
Se falar que o talento é grande, provo que tá pequeno
[Verse 12: CrisOne]
Oh, para makita mo kung sino ba 'ko, tingnan mo 'ko
Talaga namang pagdating sa katulinan, 'di na napaghulihan sa dami ng mga kataga na dinura ko
Dalubhasa na makata, 'di kailangang sabihin pa sapagkat balewalang paliwanagan
Kapagka nakalima 'ko, tangan na lebel
Para bang kanibalismo, pumatay sa dila na tila baril
Ni hindi makapapel ang mga dilang matabil
Sa kalupitan animo'y lahat aking pinagkikitil
Sa buong mundo, napasama na 'ko
'Di ko na kailangang patunayan, ito na'ng katunayan
Infinite Choppers, makata na uliran
Sa pagkakataon na 'to ay dapat mong pakinggan
Napasa 'kin at akin nang ginamay
Mga pashnea sa 'kin akin nang pinatay
Sino mang humamon sa 'kin ay hindi makasabay tingnan mo 'ko, talaga naman, ayy, pinakasanay
Pinakadalubhasa na makata, tingnan, oh wala nang makatalo pa
'Di makapaniwala sa dami ng mga binibigkas ko na mga silaba
Na hindi kayang sukatin ng mga tanga
Kung susumahin para sa 'kin ay mga nilampasan ko na
Para sa 'kin madali na lang gawin ang bagay
Tuksalin sa buhay mayro'n ka lang pagtitiyaga
Upang madalumat ng mga mata kung bakit ba 'ko naparito na maibahagi ko sa kanila
Kakarampot kong talento, 'lika makinig ka't
Tunghayan panimula ko't paano sumampa
Hinubog ng panahon, oras aking tinuon
'Di ko namalayan nakilala na pala nila
Nagmula sa Pilipinas, ito ang pinapamalas
Ng makatang hindi masyadong kilala
Darating ang panahon namin, babakas 'to
Kung bakit mayro'ng alagad ng musika
Kaya makinig ka
[Verse 13: Bloody Ruckus]
Kamehameha, meet the light of God
Fuck yo' whole mob, blow apart your cerebellum with the TNT
Bust back, bitch, multiple murder, cappin' again, I'm ready to get 'em like Hannibal Cannibal
Why you thinking you gonna be fuckin' with me?
Grip the calico, release a hundred shots into your body
Then I take a shit up on your carcass like a porta-potty
Ain't nobody fuckin' with you, goofy, no I'm never sorry
Fuck you and your retribution, sucker, take that shit to Maury
Summon the demon I'm kicking it wicked, I'm breaking the halo and digging my cranium
Little by little I kinda be wondering why do they want to be thinking they better and greater?
Gotta be livin' it ghetto, poppin' a motherfucker, ready to murder
Thinking of liberty, chopping a body under the water, my killer
Born to be grabbin' a weapon and cappin' a broken animal with all of my murderers
Top of the morning, die with the burner livin' inside of yo' booty cavity
Gotta be money clippin' and rippin' and hackin' on ya little buddy
If you think it's funny then my bullets gonna leave you bloody
Creep up out the trenches with a scope up on my heater
Leaving goofy suckers leaking like a hole up in a cellar pipe
While making your body looking like a dart board from a voodoo ritual
I got a needle for your dolly in the dead of night
To all I ever wanted, domination was my combination
On you motherfuckers thinking that I would not ever make it
Fuck around and find out with yo' face up on a t-shirt, pussy
Chop your body into nothing 'cause I'm not the type to fake it
Thinking of making the demon, I'm lurking and hurting the head of the enemy
I will dump a full round on your whole fuckin' crew
Bitch, I got more guns than Osama bin Laden hidden within the walls of my bedroom
Truthfully, I am the last motherfucker for you to think you can handle all this smoke
Carvin' your head like a Halloween pumpkin in front of your mother and daddy
Get 'em and kill 'em and do it again, I'm totally out of my dome ya hoe, that I know
[Verse 14: Dvagoh]
Solenne dico solamente welcome to the show
Sorprendente sul secondo che subentro col noscope, clutch
Premo poi rilascio riparto in quarta 100 in 4 flat
E non se ne parla che se manca il tempo ma c'è la domanda taglio, no crack, ah
Servo tutto puro ancora prima scelta
Steso come arriva in testa
Straight outta come Eazy e Yella
Specchi rotti e fumo disperso non mi fa iella
Stang mane punto dritto al fine di sta vita in terra
Quindi sai che è nomen omen di scorpione
Dico "vieni qua" e poi un gancio sull'addome ti corrode
Vedi che importa l'impatto, mica poi che sia veloce
Dopo questa so passato a Trigganometry con lode
E infatti si vede, no pressione, con le bar la aggravo
Pochi giri di parole qua si parla chiaro
E quando la flippo al volo come un'omelette lo chiamava il caso
Non a caso ho imparato prima a stare al passo
Per arrivare in questo Pantheon di una squadra
Tutti prime è come nel cinema giappo dei 50
Mentre gli altri hanno parlato più che fatto metri in gara
Io allenato tengo il fiato più di un cazzo di oceanauta
Così che non mi si ponga il problema di finire in pasto a dei piranha
Non hai inquadrato la minaccia è da questo lato che si scappa
Dopo che passiamo di qua vi rimane nastro giallo steso in strada
Dopo che pensavano il genere morto ne esce un altro per rivalsa e allora
Load the choppers, go to war
Anno nuovo senti il botto
Prima tutti su un momento mane salute a Sinna Row
Esercito sacrilego
Incenerisco fino al roach
Per sempre infinito bombardate che resisterò
[Verse 15: Kal Paseo]
I'm a Greek God, and it might seem odd
That I'm the beginning of it and the end of your listening experience
They here for this, you hearing this?
That finish line material
Ethereal, no miracles, now try to mirror this
I'm the cause
Going out with a bang they not expecting
Like the Joker shot at you with a red and yellow flag
That's some foul play
I feel so bad putting you in your place
A toddler in the corner to recollect 'cause it was child's play
I'm demonstrating what it means to be a part of this
You give it all and bring it out your soul into the art and mix
Don't get it twisted, too many have and that's why we gotta flip it
In need of empathy 'cause it motivates my living
My parents don't get any credit, I will never lend a visit
Especially if they hold resentment and still benefitting
They was worried about me, now they acting up, it left me missing
Intimate with infinity, y'all stuck in the present, bitching
I'm splitting the fabric and the atom, the Adam of this
Nuclear on the apocalypse, immortality averages
Constantly the raddest with it, Oppenheimer mathematician
Introduce a catastrophic apparition
Purgatory, I'm devoted
It spoketh, I rode in surrounded throughout with the hopeless
I'm imposing and you posing, the truth is unknown
It's a mystery, you don't got no hints (silence)
All I know is pain, that's all I can reflect
The trauma, neglect, imperfection, I plan protection
I am the man to mention if I pass you
Messing with you ain't the motion
Emotion's my political potion
If you don't got the connection, I'm disconnecting from the bullshit you phone in
Abort the call
So when I hang you up from the heavens like a crucifixion
It's a blessing if you die before you fall
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