[Verse 1: Kamikazi]
Good Lord, Hallelujah
I'm just a little motherfucking different
We don’t see the same thing, I'ma speed up, change lanes
Put em in the skillet, I can whip it in an instant
Can I get a witness? Actually, impossible
Sharp as a razor, I can put you in the hospital
Fuck all the haters, see you later, now you gots to go
I got the juice, I can barely reach the [?]
You're like "no he didn’t", choke these niggas
Send em all to Heaven then control these visions
Homie low-key wicked, if my nose bleed leaking
I can summon any demon, if you know me, listen
Welcome to the circus in my mental, with the pap pap
I pull past anyone who let [?that?] go, full of that petrol
All gas, I said so, from the "wish a nigga would", [so bad?], now get gone
Not far from the one that be out here on drama
Don't make me pull up, I put that on mama's
Officer I am the one, yes your honor
I wanna run and make anyone follow
Might come off as weird, yeah
I'm just uncomfortable, don't you confuse it with fear
I probably hear voices that give a few choices
[All fathers?] [can play/complain] that when demons appear
It's the fight you can't win
Kazi, T-Rock here with Omega Sin
Whatever the force you will get
Spilled and get short, hit the fence
Distance, of course I retort with a grin
Don't tap the source cause my sorcery is grim
Still running with so many reasons I be leaving em with a [cyst?]
This is the sickness that’s strictly for misfits
I guess I’m just different, but ain't even trip, bitch I’m the shit!
[Verse 2: T-Rock]
[???] so better get ready, It's finna be a slaughter
I'm hell on a [?] the enemy come
And if you wanna know if it's competition for me and Omega
Red, motherfucker, it’s simply none
Bring the anna where you live, machetes and MACs
Artillery that weigh a ton, how heavy is that
I'ma let you know, finna make [it no law?] when going to war
You can say I'm always ready for that
I'm a lyrical pyro, recite those
Fire lyrics of venom, it's your maestro
Mama told me I would be destined for greatness and I would make it
I'm finally seeing that she ain't lie bro
I'm a dundee, I'm the rap Gotti
Murder beats, I can't help going hardbody
I ain't gotta worry about a thang cause I know that God got a nigga back
And I know the Mob got me
Real talk, going in the field
Have to get it how you live when you're dealing with this life
I ain't never ran from a nigga, 'less he had a gun and I didn't
Otherwise it's a fist fight
Fuck with a playa's stash, we gon battle like the Clash
Of the Titans, in the middle of the midnight
In the name of survival, a noose to the neck of my rival
I better get some get-right
I'm bout the presidents, still blast with no hesitance
Recipe for drama manifested in the present tense
Ain't nobody better than some national veteran
I'm gon be forever rich and balling, shit'll never end
[Verse 3: Omega Sin]
Si, uh
Boy I'm gone, with an itchy trigger finger
I can squeeze it put a bullet through your headphones
Why, I'm dead wrong, I chop your body into pieces
Leave you bloody in the toilet like a tampon
Whatever I'm on, it got me seeing apparitions of the cloud of the weed that I smoke on
Where that boy going? I can hear them moving, talking down the street
Knock a dude with a blowgun
Sho nuff, we don't show drugs
Half pound, quarter pound, quarter ounce, nickel
I remember days when I didn't have a nickel
If you give me five minutes she'll be playing with my pickle
Better stop when I bust cause that shit kinda tickle
Coming up the street like the Million Man March
Watch your eye light up when the crome thing spark
Put a canvas right behind you, use your blood to make art
I don't say no names, y'all do this shit in public
Online locate ya the way you selling all your drugs and
Putting posts on Facebook, tell me who the fuck does it?
You do, watch me pull up in a hoodoo
Face painted like a shaman, like I'm playing with the voodoo
Sticking needles in a doll, while you scream I'm eating noodles
You versus me is like a poodle versus Cujo
[?] ball up in my teeth while I'm eating my [?Manuba?]
Flying in a flying saucer and I just passed Pluto
When I jump up on a track I bellyflop like a sumo
Hit the bitches on the rag then I stick it in her culo
Chopper swinging on my hip like that boy know judo
Got my vision and I made it, like a car doing [?]
Hope you catch a tumor for talking about the rumors
Shoot between the eyes I'm aiming for the medulla
Yeah you think you're cool but your girlfriend thinks I'm cooler
