Shlava (feat. Shlohmo & JonWayne)

Get off the fucking ground
Get off the fucking ground that shit is lava

I was born on great terms
So death is not the ending
I'm mending my whole world
If I never see the ending

My eyes are bloodshot
About to pop from the pressure that I'm building till I stop
But nah that ain't the top man
The tops been beneath the souls
For a minute it's cold
Getting winded and snow
Dropping shivers and souls down from heaven like I'm taking a toll
I'm the creator who stays beta while breaking his soul
My soul smashes
Going through the waves of the glass I'll be smoldering Molding all the clay into cashes
Eating all the snitches and making the cash flip on the table
So I'm able to get uh bitches with brass tits

Sweeping the radar for all your mass blips
Got the juiciest rhymes that make you smack lips
(Lip Smacking)
Our voice is too loud, my boys are too proud
Got your ear to the ground and you're feeling the traction
If you think that you did it you're feeling the fraction
Cause we did it, you're hearing the faction
Our group is whose digits are mad young
Mad sprung on the beats and teach you to have fun

But now and then we start trippin' on mad rhythms
And taking the bad and giving them bad stiches
Every verse we gotta make it a mission to hit these timid sons of bitches that spiting some bad lyrics
I'm writing rhymes in a lonely shed, 'cause I'm a violent head
That can lead to homie and Adobe red
I'm only lyrically credible when the beats that I'm sweeping your feet under are as dark as it's edible
But when I hit man I'm incredible
I make you want to hire a Hitman to slow down this genital

You'd better watch serving food to me
I use these tomfooleries as my toothpicks and sutures

I'm a New Jack you're damn right
I'm reaching infinite pinnacles while you're grabbing for your last life
I'm a new jack you're damn right
I'm reaching infinite pinnacles while you're grabbing for your last life