(Music's coming your way now)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
If you could have a night out on the town with any character, who would it be?
(CZARFACE)
That kinda scary, you might end up dead
Pterodactyl land despite the travel ban
Feet first, Jackie Chan be prepared to pay like you got cash in hand
Hard to the core like offshore drilling
Born killing, more skill in, my pinky finger
Stringer Bell linger in the vacant lot is how I make it hot
Cyborg villain here to take your spot, take your shot
I did it again, scribbled the pen upon your epitaph
My catalog looking Diesel as if I'm Kevin Nash
I'm a fly prophet, they ran the diagnostic
You don't believe in me? Well, you can die agnostic
Moving like your manhood is microscopic
Overcompensating for the vacancy between your pockets (haha)
Mobbin' with a darkseid Sanford Greene
Rock you in your face stab your brain with Omega Beams
Sometimes we ain't about peace
Driving down 1A to 1-A your mouthpiece
They run in fear because I made myself clear
As an Aztec death whistle in a monk's ear, yo (ear, yo, ear, yo, ear, yo, ear, yo)
Still steppin' with the blade out (blade out, blade out, blade out)
Still steppin' with the blade out (blade out, blade out, blade out)
Still steppin' with the blade out (blade out, blade out, blade out)
Still steppin' with the blade out (blade out, blade out, blade out)
I slap the track with an open hand
You frontin' like a hater, you a total stan
I'm moving heavy weight so I drove the van (wire)
Czarface more than rap, that's a global brand
Notice all the stripes on the sleeve
General max, that's the life that I lead
The rebel never chase clout
I'm juxxing with my face out
Bank account countin'
Most likely what the hate's about (hate's 'bout, hate's 'bout)
Yo, stepping on a mechanized element
When you recognize the filament
Is pressed to the flesh, a little pressure gonna measure that vest
Kinetic at best, situation real fluid
I'm calm but I breathe through it
I palm the knife, slip beneath the soul and the connect
Suppress the det', now off you step
That ain't no cause for alarm, the arm was born to disarm
Like charm, it works wonders, harvest abundance, you won't come to no harm
That's mine you stood under, demos a lition of lyricy
What blew up is a litany
The epitome of lyrical wizardry
Literally pulled from the pit of me
Have you stand in the dark with the fam and have an epiphany
Jesus Christ, I hope he sees us tonight
On the mic and he feels the mic tight, aight?