Nationwide Ruckus
(专辑: Full Spectrum Dominance 2 - 2018)
Wake up every morning, yo I
must succeed uh Nationwide ruckus, make the
word stampede uh Show with me, make we roll some weed uh Mad charge nigga, now I
must proceed uh [x2] Ey yo, I
had to make this beat available offline Just in case the
power goes out in the
middle of my rhyme Improvising, improving, maximizing my ability to do this Pulling strings even when my mouth's not moving The
black cat that's stooping on the
love boat film or action movies You want to hate boat troll? Then active coofy The
intellectual thinker is attracted to me Rolling up Scooby snack doobies, take two puffs and pass it to me Sitting in the
back of a
jacked up tailgate I
know my bitch look young, but she ain't jailbait Copenhagen's known for fake, she kinda like how it taste That's why she all up in my face Speakerbox booming all up in that place Codename 308s, Can-I-Bus that great? Holding hands, singing kumbaya, it's too late They say a
racial war coming, go paint your face Ripper verse psychology curse, statue even during apologies Are you not entertained? Then follow me Cody wasn't for hire, brief fabricated slam fire Silver rounds for the
vampires Wake up every morning, yo I
must succeed uh Nationwide ruckus, make the
word stampede uh Show with me, make we roll some weed uh Mad charge nigga, now I
must proceed uh [x2] Now let's stay on topic, let's talk about it My product and my latest Hip-Hop project, CBD vaporizers Gold plated Olmec face, they come with a
golden neck brace Senior technician, 401K Activate, smash your face with the
trey eight strapped around the
waist Then dump you in a
dilapidated place Beat 'em down with aluminum, then I
put two in 'em The
harlem world hooligan with a
bad boy pseudonym Throw you off a
highrise, see if you can skydive They fear me like cavlike tile, black child Go surgical, chop it up vertical Bars from my notebook murder you Can you say "testicular turpitude"? 'Course you can't! Tongue twister metaphors put you in a
trance In that sunken place doing the
drunken dance Wake up, upside down hung by the
pants M-m-monster truck transmission, crush your hands Body blows to the
guts, stomach cramps, tough man I'm a
sheepdog covered by the
blood of the
lamb I'm hot, my hands are warm, my mind is cold Together they strum notes on the
strings of your soul I
was there when they put Hip-Hop under arrest When the
artificial intelligence took its first breath The
Boston Dynamics mechanics scoured the
planet for antediluvian amulets buried in Atlantis The
haters just talk shit cuz if I
ever break loose they panic They don't know I
got brain damage Wake up every morning, yo I
must succeed uh Nationwide ruckus, make the
word stampede uh Show with me, make we roll some weed uh Mad charge nigga, now I
must proceed uh [x2]