Professional, off the gas Texaco
Head to toe in the metal though, bulletproof to let 'em know
Hug the block, spin the block
Leave your whip on cinder blocks
Take your rims, roof your timbs
Make you hitchhike in your socks but, yo
Facts is I smack arachnids on the daily
Hauling off 'cause I'm grimey, I won't put the beef behind me, yo
Back of the club drinking your blood is where you'll find me
Mad body catching, limb detaching, trash compaction
Never say never again, I'll beat the living daylights out you
Yo, my word is bond with a pen
OVC's, sinister deeds, tricks up the sleeve
Yo we pass on your steeze like a three -man weave

CZARFACE-face-face-face
You're my favorite superhero

Don't kill if you can wound and don't wound if you can tackle
Nah, fuck that, I take it back, bloodthirsty pterodactyl
Laughing like a jackal breaking rappers down to fractals
Got the track in shackles plus the apple of your eye
On my dick I drop the gavel Gravel Pit
How I'm so immaculate
Careful (click Click), I'm a school of Wu graduate
Yeah, you know the Czar make a classic then we package it
Tour the planet, tear the planet up, yeah, we ran it up
Storm shadow born to battle shatter rap comp
Stomping adversaries out, INS what you want?

I just want whatever is mine, that's all
They be talking nickel and dime, that's small
I just want to keep it my size, that's tall
The fakes, the snakes, the rats, that's y'all
It's bagged up minus the cut, that's raw
Any disrespect on my name, that's war
Fam, check the look on they face, that's all
The food, the clothes, the shelter that's law

Yeah, you know the Czar make a classic then we package it
Yeah, you know the Czar
Yeah, you know the Czar make a classic then we package it
Tour the planet, tear the planet up, yeah, we ran it up

Who is this doing this steppin out of Lewis'
Kevin Youkilus walking off lucrative
Jaded rappers spreading lies that's a fallacy
We all city, all state, all galaxy
I Google where you live, pull up where you at
I'm nice with the search bar like 3rd Bass is back
The way I'm bringing war make you shit your drawers (come again)
The way I'm bringing war make you shit your drawers
Let me guess you got bars like prison doors
Your style's old, it needs canes like brind'amour
That's for you Neil, I keep it too
Authentic like, Taco Bell psyche
I'm on a Haro bike, I mean it's haro right?
Alright, fuck it, Huffy
You calling Stussy Stussy

Don't do that