Lyrics
Yo, this the type of shit
To make your curb stomp a newborn baby
Goddamn, Jasiah, you on this bih
Like a crazy washing machine (ayy)
Goddamn (what? What? What? Yeah)
When the beat gon' drop? (Grrah)
This a art of war, all fair in the hailstorm (yeah, yeah)
Get your bag, boy, this that shit that keep your head strong (boom, boom, boom, boom)
This a bad noise, this that shit that keep your head strong (grrah)
Get you're mad, boy, this that shit that keep your head strong (ba-ba-ba-ba)
Art of war, all fair in the hailstorm (yeah, yeah, baow)
Get your bag, boy, this that shit that keep your head strong (boom, boom, boom, boom)
This a bad noise, this that shit that keep your head strong
Get you're mad, boy, this that shit that keep your head strong (grrah)
I keep the piece like them peoples in Canada
Throwin' up guns but I ain't talkin' ugala
I get the paper, same color arugula
If it's a battle, I'm crashing your nebula
Angel of Death, better known as the messenger
I kill your favorite rapper and his manager
I grab the mic and I'll damage ya
Super Saiyan stamina, my clip is long like et cetera
I don't play with niggas like a racist gamer
If my name on the feature then you endangered
Go the hardest in war with my face painted
Sum me up in two words, insane and famous
Been a decade and I'm still bangin'
Niggas throwin' out shots and I'm still aimin'
All these rappers that's pussy be false claimin'
You a lame nigga in the terms layman
I'm makin' paper, I'm watchin' my neighbors
I don't know who envy me, envy me
I keep the cable business, ain't no fable
I'm close to my friend but closer to my enemies (what?)
In my head, bitch, there's like ten of me (ten of me)
Don't give a fuck you're not feeling me (fuck 'em)
Murkin' you, that's in my fantasy (blatt)
Knockin' that boy out his denim jeans (grrah)
This a art of war, all fair in the hailstorm (yeah, yeah)
Get your bag, boy, this that shit that keep your head strong (boom, boom, boom, boom)