[Verse 1]
I'm love struck, f*ck struck
Beats me hard, while my mind's stuck
Sticks to me like a nun chuck
Ninja sh*t, kill bill sh*t
Yet I Murder don’t give one f*ck
Like that one truck
That killed a hundred for 1 buck
What the f*ck, my minds open
Like a damn viaduct
Defense up, 3 dice
Gamble sh*t like chuck-a-luck
Got my friends like Donald duck
And I see sh*t in close up
Bright yellow, buttercup
Grass green, country club
Close hugs , like bear cubs
Near defeat yet no shrug
I got to a point where my mind was a peak of a mountain it happened
Damn Look at my eyes, I’m a light, I’m a shine I’m a f*cking Auroraborealis
I vanish, I’m hot as Havana that's Spanish, not quite, a phoenix I burn cause I'm manic
The tan is dramatic, I run in a panic, as tragedy lingers the foes that I face always get the advantage
Break the ice, new acquaintance
But he's shady, f*ck the pagans
Sour tone, that's a smelly fragrance
Why the f*ck do you hate the Asians?
Motherf*cker, you should burn you racist
Switch to prison while they trading places
Get to game then they process faces
Then they feed you dead, while they hold your braces
Yeah
[Hook] X2
Ay, We got no more limits
Motherf*cker listen we got no more limits
Ay, we got no more limits
Ay, we got no more limits
[Verse 2]
Take a look at my product
Take a breath of my product
Get a bit of my product
Take a sip of my product
Watch the flow of my product
Lay like snow with my product
Ice f*cking burns with my product
Jump all the herds with my product
My product is mental
The feeling is gentle
It’s so sentimental
Game game oriental
Don’t hate the fact that I’m killing this sh*t or I’ll find where you live and then cancel
All of the feelings that you make for sh*t when you think you’re the god of all the planets banter
I’m running for senate
The rap Michael Bennett
I spit and I meant it
Get hate and repent it
Pick up the pieces you leave and then send em to god cause fixes and mend it
Listen to me cause I got a new image it's something I love and a man recommend it
Open like a viaduct
Blood pours when it’s violent
People sitting there silent
Its mental for asylum
Get my words and then rhyme them
Hear the beats so I time them
Guess I’m catching my prime then
Catch the thief then I find them
Pipelines, Gillie suit
Break time, had to loot
Kitchen food, from the lot
Food stamps, you a troop
He’s a wild dog and he’s chased down
Quicksilver b*tch like a greyhound
Push the limits to make ground
Like Dre’s pound, how’d they sound?
Like a mill b*tch, back a silly b*tch
Cause when she’s right be Billy Kidd
Fire gun’s like dilly did and it’s clear as blue in the Philli's b*tch
[Hook] X2
Ay, We got no more limits
Motherf*cker listen we got no more limits
Ay, we got no more limits
Ay, we got no more limits
[Outro]
NO MORE LIMITS
FREEDOM
LIBERTY