[Intro: Crimeapple]
It’s a crime ya see?
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Feel like a giant squid with [?]
Whoa whoa
[Verse 1: Crimeapple]
Gold on Spidey 67 let me hold a gym
I’m in a trench, they on some let me hit a boulder sh*t
Don’t want it far, primo mio probably sold the sh*t
They throwing salt
Devil behind me, I noticed it
I’m throwing back salt, just to shoulder pitch
You don’t know me now if you ain’t know me then
Muy bien
I would have José throw me twins, when the paper was thin as bolognese skin (whoa)
Knew I was in arm reach didn’t need palm readers
I felt the future, blunt canoeing hit like Sharkeisha
Ran from law cause Mandy Moore, it was perilous
I still might sell candy corn to the skeletons
Work in the basement, really ain’t got no time to write
Made exceptions, noticed some of the greats wasn’t rhyming right
Now I’m behind the barrel looking at your idols like
“Sheesh, I ain’t fancy you as the dyin’ type”
Conscious said chill
Yeah I guess you should probably wait
Hibernate
Burn every blade of grass till I find a snake
f*ck any love that was shown though, yall no longer safe
You on your own like Vito eating the johnny cakes
Goose fronted I knew something was bacalao
A loose onion and 2 summons he plottin’ foul (nah)
The man scramblin’
I know his fam and them, so I still got a smile on rainy days like Sam Champion
Ham hampering my efforts
Still death is measured, treasured, even fought over behind the Checkers (whoa)
I need the mango mobile
Seats caramelized
Tires poking out the side like iguana eyes
sh*t with MAC-9 homicide you be traumatized
Turn a new school of rap into columbine
Lil’ whoever, it matters not they apricots
I black out like Eddie Brock the astronaut
[Verse 2: Mach-Hommy]
Yo
Flip you like luchadores, moorish
Me da Andalusia I was on a different Europe
f*ck with me mama a la música belong up in the MoMA
Deep inside I knew the product was a different odor (yeah)
So I keep it goin’
Like [?] flowin', coal and fossil was all the Greeks golden
Pelican is on the water ya outta keep frozen
Specially if you want to shop cause flounder season over (ha)
I don’t need decoders
I’m on everybody’s mind, the prophecy unfolded
Noticed how I don’t treat the culture (nah nah)
Deep devotion
You know the llama gonna eat the vulture
Prostration Marky Marcberg gonna keep it closer
The coca 88 keys and over
If the drug dealers extra funny style then I ain’t even rollin’
Made a promise I ain’t even broke it
Focus
Hop on ya cash crop with a swarm of locusts, Moses, roaches
I dust ball cast it unadulter’d, when you falter (Ooh)
It ain’t my fault
You not suppose to see murder coming
It takes nothing to play that ball
Life is much more fragile, rather, die then let the gun Babylon and gaggle
Geese, goosed up n*ggas get fleece’d
Breached, like cervix when the baby come feet first, front teeth gets skrt’d when the .80 dump 3 (brain)
When brain matter jump out the gym, oxygen is basically on E
Lungs collapsed, dump flat like avian P
(?)
(Dumpgawd)