[Intro: The Fatal Sling and Cyler]
Yeah
Ite
This that Sweden x India shit, you know what the fuck going on
We 'bout to kill this shit
Cyler and
Fatal!
Yeah
Aye, listen
I'm listening
Yeah
Ite
Aye
[Verse 1: The Fatal Sling]
I just hopped up on this motherfucker
Rappin' like a st-st-stutter
Knock you out, first round the slugger
Pockets fat, they got the blubber
Sit the fuck down, boy you is a clown
You could never catch me, comin' for the crown
Bitch I'm woke as fuck, got the cap and gown
Tryna test me, I will spin you all around
When we get lit, I will drop to the floor
Droppin' these bombs like a world war
Pickin' up bands like one, two, three, four
I got the sauce and drip when I pour
Hittin' it, lickin' it, run out the door
That's what's gonna happen when I hit up your store
Flippin' a brick and I grind on the block
Shots gettin' fired, I'll whip out the Glock
Whippin' and whippin' and whippin' and pop
Ain't got a 'Rari, still whip out the lot
People say I ain't hot 'cause I came out of Sweden
Fuckin' with me, I will pull up and bleed 'em
Livin' so lavish, Garden of Eden
I am like Adam and shorty like Eve then I feel like the Forbidden Apple
If you bite me, you will go down like a tackle
Up into heaven, you like a rascal
If you fight me, I will win the battle
Fuckin' around with the pen and paper
Two on the wall, like a stapler
Gettin' hella broads, this shit regular
Smokin' on gas, you can call it vapour
I'm here on this track with my Indian bro
Real rap shit so we know how to flow
Get this shit lit, you know how it go
Started from the bottom so we can only grow
Pumpin' these pills, I can't lie, I'm an addict
Can't handle bars 'cause you know I'm a savage
Droppin' these bars on a beat above average
Talk down to me, and I'll go on a rampage
Fuckin' around on a beat, I will murk you
High school savage, I ain't gonna hurt too!
[Instrumental Interlude]
[Verse 2: Cyler]
Dense rhymes when I'm ten times better when I write rhymes
Wind chimes blowin' in the sky
Settle with my head high
Held up in hard times
Kendrick Lamar's life ain't another prize, motherfucker I'm better when I merge rhymes
Juxtaposition of your inhibition
Centre of attention
Malicious intention
Another collection of my own selection, piloerection
Those are goosebumps, yeah
That's what you feel when you choose the best, yeah
How about some more Quadeca lines?
"Why does everybody want a piece of my fuckin' pie?
I'm a sauce, why they leavin' me off to the side?"
Four Horsemen down to three 'cause one of 'em just died
Dax got screwed over, now he in a crypt, you decide
If he deserves to be there, should he be repaired?
Maybe he needs help 'cause he's a sad state of affairs
That Tech N9ne tour was a complete fail
Now, will I actually ever go in remains for me to decide
Now the meat of the fight really ain't mine
But as a fan of the three, I will be by their side
One, two, three
Bombs have been dropped, it was really that easy
Cops haven't caught, can't get a hold of me
Up so late, it's like I'm waking up so early
Such a relief, 'cause I felt like my throat's choking
The well-worked mechanisms of writing are really not there
Is it not that I care?
Is it really fair?
Do I have to bare all this weight on my chest?
Do I have to say I dare?
'Cause I don't care if you tell the men and women that I'm braindead 'cause they know it ain't true
You knew I blew up, 'cause I don't screw up
'Cause I don't fit an excuse when I spit and I kill with sittin' fits and kills that shrill the sill and penicillin can't fix my illin' 'cause I'm the next level virus
You could never fight us
Run and head for cover
'Cause this rapture's over, now you're done for
