Letras
Beyond the glass ceiling
I break it, I'm taking
No Indiana Pacing
Racing, facing opposition
I turn Jason
Voorhees, or he's Mike Myers
Or the designer
John Carpenter, I pardon ya
Then offer up your organs on offer up
The kid is nuts
Cashews
Wu-Tang, cash rules
Temperature past June
Jump around, we Everlast you
Go Super Saiyan Blue like I was Goku
Or Street Figher uppercut like I was Ryu
I can redesign you
I can realign loops
The time matrix is breaking off these blunts that I'm facing (yea)
I'm moving with a purpose
I'm working, you worthless
None of this for certain
Get money fore it's curtains
Put in the walls fore the dogs get the lurking
Take the underground and bring that bitch to the surface
Edge on the ledge cause with death
I've been flirting
You stepping opp of my weapon
Death is your merchant