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Czarchimedes' Death Ray

 

Czarchimedes' Death Ray

(albüm: CZARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE - 2023)


I'm thankful my family got food on the plate
How I'm selling 'em the smoke like I'm moving an 8th
I'm the great, you a cruiserweight proven a fake
No mistake, name tricky but they used to the face
That's your highness, INS journalist extraordinaire
He over there in the thousand dollar jordan airs
Money on my mind but never let it possess me
Stress free. wanna ride the wave? this the jet-ski
Don't whine or waste time trying to catch me
I'm gone til november then gone again the next week
No clocking out, that's the grave shift
Overtime with the grind next day shift
I'm from the time of benettons and asics
Basic... same shit fix your faces
So foreign I came in a UFO
Sicario flow, you're fresh pompano
"You know what time it is man" you know how it go
I bet you'll learn today so now you know
Now they know? now they know

Czar that's the main, character to blame, Leader of the gang
Grab the mic and fuck it up as though it's Bert Kreischer's name
No matter how the say it yo it's never quite the same
Czartifical Intelligence, got the chip inside my brain
Esoteric rebel against all the shit I'm finding lame
Your comebacks are Kristaps meaning they're Poor zingers
Like four-fingered rings I keep shit together yo I might refrain from
Fronting on anything that I stated
You don't want a pissing contest I'm fully hydrated (tell em)
You the jerk in here you could get murked in here
Suit yourself Nanotech working here
Tryin to don the armor, get your own shit
It's like Pascal Siak (am) in a Fiat umm
It won't fit it, don't fit you the cuprit
Practice what you preach before you hit the pulpit
Keep the gun I'll take Olivia Munn
Caribbean Rum and run shit while you twiddle your thumbs
You ignorant bums, you're dumb like looking into the sun
I put heads to Bed like going where Biggie is from

Rest in peace Blacastan

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