Текст песни
Yeah nigga something about this shit
I can't figure it out
(Mic check, 1, 2, 1, 2)
Something about this shit
I can't figure it out (Peace to the Gods)
Something about this shit
I can't figure it out
Something about your character
I can't figure out (The lucky teachers)
'Fuck going on? (What's happening?)
'Fuck my lighter at? Lighter Flickering
Esketit
Uh, I spit the lava, burn the village
Professional bars are hurting
Feelings, word villain
Every verse is brilliance
I'm not from Earth, my boy
To share the same turf as pprivilege
One bar turns to millions
Sixteen is worth a billion
Buildings collapse
Ceilings are cracked - thе final days
It's Armageddon's arrival
May Allah let revival raisе us
It's a cycle, not a phase
Man, niggas dying every hour
Either from accidents or a rifle stray
Michael J but twice as great, this FLAiR
Homie big FLAiR
They caught the flying dunk in mid-air
Shit, I disappear behind the smoke fumes
To float with the goons
Then heat waves composed, I wrote it in June
Pour salt on the open wound
Knowing victory's mine
I see the love everywhere
Even the enemy's eyes
Went from bitches dissing me
Now I'm liked by Nicki Minaj
Making history the God bodies, Vicky and Fah
Argh
Minor setback for a major comeback
You don't respect that
You'd prolly be behind one lap
You could expect that the baby 9 was compact
You gon' regret that
My MO make the sun black
VM-dubs riding with slugs
They thought I'd try to sneak
My Gat in the club, got em patting for drugs
And I just came to show love
Why you showing concern?
Uh, I keep a 50 clip to sanitise for germs