Czarwyn's Theory of People Getting Loose

Usual suspects again (usual suspects at it again)

Mr. Black (Mr. Black), Mr. Brown (Mr. Brown)

Mr. Irish (Mr. Irish), Mr. Greek (Mr. Greek)

We been at it for hours (hours)

We searched this whole industry (whole industry)

And we couldn't find no dope (found no dope)

I mean, there's no fuckin' dope (no fuckin' dope)

They love me 'cause I talk my shit

They love me more 'cause I walk my shit

War with the gift, score quick, Jordan in six

Sure to flip, beat the beat, stick a fork in this shit (fork in this shit)

Don't trip, forfeit, it's the Brother's Grimm

Yo, how they kill a body and still party like it wasn't them?

Fire supplier, droppin' game like I'm Urban Meyer

The sire leave your eyes wider than Suburban tires

Rebel the great, whatever it takes

No pressin' the greats, you hate? You could never debate

I'm settin' ya straight, wait, no scale could measure the weight

The bottom line is your head on a plate, mate (CZARFACE)

I pull strings like I'm playin' the harp

I really live it, you just playin' the part, make way for the shark

I'm colder, strictly business is the soldier

Steady knockin' like a witness of Jehovah (come with me)

Metal mask, get harassed, say it's true, forget the past

Bring your liquor, get the flask, tap your cigarette to ash

Feel it quicker, get to blast, this is sicker than this trash

Guard my ninjas in the cash, you begin to bet the stash

Chicken dinners, up to task, toes pressin' on your throat

Wonderin', "Is this the end?" Good question, you know

On a better note, better than racketeerin', sellin' dope

Not obvious, present the risk like Brendan Allen, get the soap (ah)

That kinda separates me from everybody else

You know, my mask, so, I love it

Look at this freakin' loaf of bread that my buddy Piero baked today

Holy shit (there, hold that)

I can see clear in the dark, beauty, Imperial March

All my material sharp, that's how I tear 'em apart

I'm magic like Houdini, my gambit low, but no Luccini

Hoodied up like Jawa, Utinni, wrestle like Lumini

People likin' me to question, no one can truly see me

When it comes to rap, I'm as brutal as Mussolini

My patience wearing thin, I'm Ratjakowski at arenas

Sorta, Joaquin Phoenix, remix of the Joker

Listen, it's bulimic, a demon, proselytize how I part the seas

If they speakin' like they Mola Ram, without heart to squeeze

Yeah they sleepin' 'cause they heart disease

Your arteries are filled with bars, the beats and every mark and P

They swear they all unique, I'm David Harbour meets a Marley beat

The way I get bands and give 'em hell, boy (boy)

Leave you in the dirt like Barry Larkin cleats, spaced out

Like a Martian speaks, ironic

How you sound like a salesman when you rockin'?

When in fact, it's me that has zero interest in what you droppin' (rap)

Or concocted, unlock it, so stick a sock in it, I'm dominant

Like Tyson Fury boxin', I'm prominent

Yo, I heard your crew was poppin' shit, but now, not so often

I caught 'em and I made 'em cry

Like ads for dog adoption from Sarah McLaughlin

The pharaoh was talkin', people want 'em

The beats beat the freaks, so Bleeker Street don't need to scorn 'em

I kill the track, it's still intact, so why you playin' possum?

I download packs and red lines, I thought you knew I'm awesome (rap)

Awesome, awesome

I have no idea what he said

But I'm pretty sure it's awesome

We rock (super)

What?

We rock, we rock well

What?

(Oh) And if you idiots out there don't know what that is

I'm not gonna tell ya