[Hook]
You just talking, I desire none of that
Not down with pleasantries, I desire none of that
I rather get to action, I desire some of that
Lets get active, show you what the words lack
[Verse 1: Liiight]
Let’s get active back to action
I’m gone show you why I’m spazzing
Me and my shadow always sparing
Soul the strength of a Spartan
Kicking rhymes back to Tartarus
Mama said if you ain’t got nothing nice don’t say it
I sit back with my mouth shut and watch you niggas play it
Bon jovi how it’s payed foward
In advance it’s payed for
World Domination World Tour
Ain’t no waiting at the door
Kicking down clear the spot hit the floor
Secure the bag no toe tags if he sure
No shaky mans round me
No shaky hands round me
Black mask and duffel bags
16 rounds in the tac strap
God Damn
[Verse 2: Ghost]
No small talk need to step it up, walk around with my weapon tucked, you ain’t step to nothing, shooting average on Stephen Curry, got youngings out here repping for me, that are quick to let a round go in your abdomen and shut down your whole respiratory, goddamn, lord knows I ain’t playing, like Steve Nash with that free throw, bout to change the game like a cheat code, in the drop top going beast mode, y’all think you’re hot on some flamers shit what you really know about heat though, move around I’m so ghost with it what you really know about me though, Five star attire, baring bars of barb wire, bar none set it higher, dropped the beat and set a fire, nothing nice who wanna try him,popping stems and ripping hymens, reps up gym style, give a fuck I’m wildling, watch the bodies pile up, pull up on a rapper snatch the mic out his hand, I’m the man this been known, smoking on that syndrome, blowing o’s out the window, I’m 22 and 0 just wins though, you cats been dogging like Winslow, boy I’m nothing simple, rip a rap ridiculous, this that south pacific shit, how he hood but speak articulate, y’all quick to skip the particulars, busy chatting shit I ain’t with that fuckery, you’d think my name was Daffy way man been ducking me, son its time to eat don’t make me bring out the cutlery, see me bring out the hammers, then I’m building, empire state no roofs no ceilings, bout to take it all I don’t need a reason, because every MC is a king in his own mind, but there’s only that one seat and either its mine or they all dying, so you can get buried alive or you can stand your ass up, with that funny shit you talking like your ass a stand up, trust me y’all don’t want nothing this is only stanza one…
[Hook]
You just talking, I desire none of that
Not down with pleasantries, I desire none of that
I rather get to action, I desire some of that
Lets get active, show you what the words lack
[Verse 3: Liiight]
I can not trust y'all for nothing
I do it all on my own
I smoke a pound all alone
Writing these rhymes in the zone
It’s way too late to hit my phone
Line dead
Flat line
You do you
I’ll do mine
Manifest what’s in my mind
Drop a dime on a dime
Ask for a verse I got you
Renegade on your track
With a simple ass haiku
Sunshine sunshine rain
No clouds wash the pain away
Sunshine sunshine rain
[Verse 4: Ghost]
When shit gets grim ain’t no sidestepping the reaper
These words distil knowledge in turn that vent ether
I’m just being frank like Aretha, they just follow the leader
Mufasa amongst hyenas, these motherfuckers to eager
They gon’ talk like big bro and act like they renegading
When really they been bent over ass open for penetration
The pen is laced with, contagion, the blood of a million haters
This shit has been over why the fuck are they still debating
Who the best in this shit it’s really testing my patience
And nobody gon’ step up so fuck it then watch me take it
