Letras
Air raid your air plays chem trailin yo air waves
Mad Assault (My Dassault) on a 'Guerrilla' too funny (Toofani) these days
This is that '66 shit goin incindiary
Adopt a Zo to a Zoo I tame a lion to a pussy
Did it hit close to home
In this era I'm the G like 'Indira' over the phone
Casual coppin a fly 'Air Force' quakin G's under ma sole
This ''Pilot' pen'' a Jap' weapon like Onikiri in my robes
Your fans being 'Cancer' like the 'Tropic' they're on
You importin all yo references from abroad, Oh wow
Fuck casteism but m untouchable the lit (Dalit) odd one out
Like Aizawl traffic, u shud just stay in yo lane right now
Yeah
I cream the KONE, pretty sure that u a cracker - No Post Malone
'I Crack u' up open tho u the 'joke'
Ur 'desserts' spelt backwards- when I expose and trust me... u dun want no smoke
I drop a con like a phone watch a crack-case on the floor so here's a cone for your crown, u a dunce fit your throne
This microphone a BrahMos I unload
We got this Egg-head for a Lion? either way u gettin poached
More than a feeling, The way I fill in
M a dentist magnifying on your mouth wide open
Better brace yourself for good like a crooked teeth alignment
Only way anyone taking the crown is when they cappin
Yo EGO's shootin thru roof
If You wanna proof a point, then Imma point to you the proof
No warning shots required, I'm (Em) headed straight to the booth
You just squabblin over a crown that's dead ass proof, (dead as Proof)
And if theres 'Beefin' on the table, 'bet' I lay it down for 'steaks' (stakes)
If You're trynna raise a cult you're Jim Jones all the way
Clown your circus up man I can go thru 'fire rounds' for days
And if ya think that if it's clout (cloud), Bitch get serious (cirrus) all the way
I got artists daily payin me to hop onto they beat
I got a homies who can stun ya (stunnah) who produce that 'Divine' heat
I got them K-bloodz on the speed dial when we chill they pass the weed
Yugi just 'bombed' me a 'pack' of 10 beats I 'bag' that (Baghdad) wit ease