[Verse 1: Player 0]
Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Zero
Making the beat I'm a 160 rapper, I'm taking the power out of the adaptor
I say it one breath, so I won't say it after
I think that I'm better, but you not a rapper
I came in this bitch with some of my subtractors
We doing the math and you can't be a actor
I say what I want, and you can't say it after
My vocab is different from all you cappers
I hate taking naps 'cause I cannot sleep after
If I keep the flow can I be the connector
And where's the connection inside of the park
It's so colossal, I think it's a shark
I put the I and the F and the heart
Put those together, I know you could start
I'm on the street, why they gotta bark
I'm about action, bitch, I wanna bark
[Verse 2: Sixthdagger]
You call me Brook
'Cause I'm on the bark
You call me Nami, 'cause I'm at the park
I'm on his beat, I'm a 160 rapper
I make the remake, I'm spittin it faster
I cannot count the amount when it's backwards
I cannot count the amount in the classroom
I cannot write with your wife in the bathroom
I cannot write if you say i'm an asshole, okay
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Lie that you tell, you a comedy master
Lie that you spit is a comedy special
I put the Hart on the stage and I ask him
Do you decide what to say with a smile?
Do you decide what you saying out loud?
Do you decide how to talk when you want to?
Can everybody stop using they mouth?
You take a second, you take a second, ha
That's enough, I'm back
Had to describe what I think when I rap
Say it's my shit when I'm flipping it back
I see the wall and I mention the color
I see the wall and I mention the picture
I see the wall and I mention the posters
Green, motivation for right now
Lie that you tell you a comedy master
Lie that you spit is a comedy special
I put the Hart on the stage and I ask him
Do you decide what to say with a smile?
Lie that you tell you a comedy master
Lie that you spit is a comedy special
I put the Hart on the stage and I ask him
Do you decide what to say with a smile?
Ha
Seven, seven, seven, seven, seven, seven
Seven, seven, seven, seven, seven, seven
Seven, seven, seven, seven, seven, seven
Seven, seven, se-
[Verse 3: Player 0]
Yeah
Seven, seven, seven, seven, seven, seven, seven
Hop up on the plane, seven, seven, seven, seven
Never been the same, I can't tell you where I'm headed
I'm the one who's different, I'm the one they know who said it
How you want some beef but I'm the one who wanna dead it?
Fuck your Christmas gift, I won't give you another present
Just forget your past, I only want you for your present
Staying by myself, I had some help, not co-dependent
Features hit me up, don't want to ask "When are you sending?" (Now)
I'm really cold, I just broke my tendon
Wear some fancy clothes, don't bring no hoes up to my wedding
Making money, selling out these shows, I've never once pretended
I don't wanna hit another reset in my settings
To this park and to that park is just a different setting
Throw the dice or flip a coin, it's just another betting
Take a picture, change the meaning, just another heading
Talk about it to your friends, let's get the news spreading
Walk a mile to the store but end up just forgetting
Why I came here
Why it rain here
Why is it lame here
What can I gain here
It's bringing pain here
[Interlude: Sixthdagger]
Neves, neves, neves, neves, neves, neves
Neves, neves, neves, neves, neves, neves
Neves, neves, neves, neves, neves, neves
[Verse 4: Sixthdagger]
Yuh
Neves, neves, neves, neves, neves, neves, neves
You know I sound like a cat, you know I sound like a cat
Huh, Yeah
You know I had to rap on him rappin'
You know I had to stack when I'm stackin'
You know I hit the market when I'm lackin'
You know I need to proceed when I'm packin'
They wanna take the pic of the Wraith
That shit invisible, I'm hittin' criticals
"I don't make beats no more," that would be critical
They wanna turn it around like it's pivotal
Ha, bitch I make portals, yeah, gun with the colors
Charge up the speaker, push up like Ski then I float her
This shit demonic no Hell Incarnate
Motherfucker, keep whispering, you better shut the fuck up
You better stand the fuck up
You better walk up to me with a good ass tape or I take it and break it up
The angels will take it up
Said R.I.P to that shit, but its goin' to hell 'cause the music deplorable, yeah
Shit, I'm the principle, yeah, you better follow me
I keep on moppin', my faces not blue, but Korean my tea is so
Hot with the sugar, yeah, hot with the sugar, yeah
Break it no Kit Kat, huh
Break it no 8-ball, yeah
Shoutout the Rubix, you work out the cubicle, I spin
I spin, yeah yeah
Uh
You know I work out the cubicle, ah, I spin
Meow, bitch
Veni, vidi, vici, yeah
