Cold Summer

I said it, I done it and I done did it again

I meant that I want it, now you can fill in the blanks

It's better to bother when you ain't getting the facts straight

We can go, oi mate, to shanked face, fast pace

I'm the Nile crocodile in the grass blades

Rip 'em up blood pours down the cascade

I castrate motherfuckers

The cuts on bodies, I touch puss with the color of mustard

There's really nothing you can call my bluff on

That dope we keep 'em stuck on, hum as we summon

The sun, son, some wanna see heads drop

Skeletons stuck in the bedrock

Every verse I write is a best of

Ain't a group track I was left off

I'm gonna land on Mars on my next vlog

With the goat's, the hogs and no other

Sipping Don Papa, It's a cold summer

We celebration, gonna get big in this business

Yall niggaz hatin' gonna get striped of my shit list

I aint playin and Skits takin' no shit bitch

We quick quick with the fist fist, get yo' lip split

So keep yo' distance

My niggaz killin' like they Christian

Dope D.O.D. is a religion

We fight against the system, this life is life risking

The mic is my prison, but i gots the right vision

Cause I see through them fake niggaz

I can't, I can't breathe with all them fake niggaz

Best believe imma bleed all them fake niggaz

I want beef like Meek vs Drake nigga

But way worse with AK's lets spray niggaz

Date rape your babe and make insane pictures

See I'm insane in the brain, I got no shame twisted

Y'all niggaz gone listen when the pain kicks in, Reaper out

Straight outta killer Queens

Take ya head off like guillotines

Submachines blow yo' ass to smithereens

I kill a dream, kill a fiend, kill a theme

When I walk the streets light up like Billie Jean

I'm a OG boy you still a teen

Type to get locked, start spilling beans, drugged up and spilling lean

Nowadays, Rap beef is silly means

Niggaz don't want no beef like Sizzlean

So what it really mean

Hangin' on the stoop with niggaz

No money iz you stupid nigga

My niggaz like to ball, we ain't hooping nigga

My niggaz ***! style like they shoot at niggaz

Black cat some say I'm superstitious ****! fucking with these stupid bitches

It's the grim niggaz taking stupid pictures

While I'm in the coupe with switches, chasing stupid riches

Ay yo the clicks on the rise, it's time to get Live

Goldminer click, Dope D.O.D., Mad Faces, Onyx

Ay yo, ay yo am I next

I been spitting gritty raps since the days of NYNEX

Direct Dialect, High tech with the Pyrex

Da Alchemist, triceps biceps filled wit content

Represent, It's ya boy Rook Ruckus

I'm a bit Rambunctious, the soul of trucka cut ya

Chill man don't start no shit they'll be no dust up

Whole click full of misfits, dismiss da bustas

Trust us, gold rush until da gold dust

10 Toes down I'm bound, I've been anointed, hoisted

Skitz put da minerz on da roster

Da monstas and rastas, working on they chakras, chakra

By any means we deemed necessary

Jumped out da truck and dumped

Now we legendary

Left a string in his grave, cause he's a dead ringer

Easy to invoke my anger, I'm a bee stinger

Six shot in the holster, It's the gunslinger

Whale spearer from Lamelera, spiritual mental killer

Rob niggas to get my seeds dinner

My pockets stay fat by making yours thinner

How you say go to hell, to a known sinner

I'm 5 feet 8 don't know a bigger nigga

Be playing my roll, I'm like a chrome spinner

Smack your man, cause he's a bitch nigga

Willy Snypa a calm thinker, Nondrinker

Trigger finger bend, your eye missing, new blinker

45 blew your high, yo that's a new speaker

Bluetooth on my gun, yo that's a new feature

And he knows that the obstacles unstoppable impossible

thought he had beef until I whopped him

Ayo yo yah rappers on my menu

Eat 'em up yum yum

The marathon continues, a paragon

You know what the pen do

Spilling all in your venue

Killin' all I will end you bend you

You dun know what I've been through

The worse of curses birthed these verses

At first was thirsting in search of purpose

Found It and I'm surrounded

And I'm sounding like a rich boy

Four pound to your crown In ya town you a snitch boy

I was ready for the pitch

Knocked it out the park

Bases loaded I thank the team for these easy walk

My speakers Bose I leak these flows

I frequently ether foes not secretly they seeking the leader

I'm peeking my meters eagerly, feeding the people

Believe there is no equal, none sicker not even evil has a sequel

Get over here scorpion flows

Then I switch to subzero leaving your hero's froze

Cold Summer