BOMBS! (feat. Chris Hansen, Neem, Rob Buck, Yodin, Dalek Ferg & Kermode Zay)
FLEAU
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Do you blaze? Did you blaze? Do you blaze? Did you blaze? Yes! I spit heat in my sleep Who you want me to surprise attack? I got more rhymes than New York has fucking sewer rats Sometimes abstract like an act by Confuse a Cat But always explosive cutting wires Can't diffuse a rap BOMBS! I drop like agent orange on the enemy Far exceeding anyone who think they be ahead of me You're history! I don't advise you trying to beat me mentally Essentially this ain't a competition it's a hierarchy Yo let me say this right here I only started doing this shit like this year Already more steady than a veteran's nightmares You shaky like his hands when he's pointing saying, "right there" BOMBS! They call me Agent Orange the way I make you sick It's rumble in the jungle every time I grab the mic and spit I'm flying high above while on the ground They wave at me with sticks You're Marv in Home Alone and I'm the kid above you chucking bricks Now let me tell you next what's happening If any fool is rude and in my way I'm going to flatten them Platinum! I'm on the way to diamond like I'm mining them Rhymes inside my mind don't have to try I keep finding them BOMBS! I'm agent orange the weapon of war You never seen a soldier wielding shit like this before It's chemical medical grade material you can't ignore More products than a superstore I'm raining on you AGENT ORANGE! I'm coming out tonight Sipping on Mad Dog it's only right Breathing gas late into the night No gas mask let my lungs get fried I'm coming out tonight Sipping on Mad Dog it's only right Breathing gas late into the night No gas mask let my lungs get fried Jump off a building 360 no-scope your ass I'm finna take your loot before you shoot And take home your cash I'm gonna spend it all on Kwik Trip chicken sandwiches You know my Team Boobs tee I'm wearing pink like salmon is And so I'm traveling swallowing yeah I'm tripping of dramamine I got venom in my veins yeah that shit running through all of me I got four hundred and fifty three demons under my belt My bars be global warming the way I get them glaciers to melt Finesse the brick Both hands like I was ambidex I stack up on the ye and them Because that shit is not complex Don't try to hold me down You can't reach out I'm too ahead I'll pull up on you hit a stain They call me Judge Dredd Executioner I'll pull up decide your fate Do not ask me for details Because I do not want to demonstrate Collect and decimate Getting cash I'm getting paid I can't f*ck with you Put up them hands We going heavyweight We on the move Break the brick to little pieces Run the block Make a move out here Kinda sheepish Pawn them hands King moves This not a game of chess Because I hit the two piece combo Like I'm ambidex! Ride with the mob Alhamdulillah! Check in with me And do your job Ferg is the name Ben Baller did the chain Torneau for the watch Presi plain jane I'm coming out tonight Sipping on Mad Dog it's only right Breathing gas late into the night No gas mask let my lungs get fried 011 Subaru shake the block when I roll through Wheezy and The Game out the speakers like it's '02 In the Outback but I tip it like an STI Water Street the drag strip this Subi is my red eye When the light turn green I push the engine to the redline Packs up in my trunk If they stop me I'm doing fed time Spark up in the stu This shit got me in space Five gram backwood watch me take this shit to the face Made it out Milwaukee now we up in EC Trying to stack my first M before I get my degree Feeling real Blu when I don't get to the Gold Don't keep a wallet in my pocket Because you know I never fold My rhymes hit hard Like a hook from a heavyweight And Rob on the beat So this shit will make you levitate Drop a bomb on the track This shit will leave you devastated Lyrical homicide This shit that was premeditated So let me tell you how this shit go Packed deep up in the stu puffing on indo Smoking that pack Dropping bombs on the track This shit hitting like a brick out a tenth story window So come at me don't miss Boy I hit with precision Could put a dot on your head Like it's part of your religion So watch where you stepping boy You can't try to boss me Because like the streets I'm from You look twice before you cross me Do you blaze? Did you blaze? Do you blaze? Did you blaze? Yes!
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Written by: Darold Ferguson Jr., Isaiah Gengembre, Nehemiah Senger, Robert Buckley, Victor Velazquez
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