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FACECZAR, CZARFACE This that third world shit Far from the norm Always where the action is Monumental (CZARFACE) Yo G by nature, cop a new V to please a hater While he stuck off the butter softs, the cream gators I played ball, I ain't y'all, bottles and place calls Overtime grind, double shift on the graveyard Napalm, slinging on the tracks 'til the weights gone Flow so dirty and unique, call it Ason Don status, my fabric is that of silk and linen I rep Queens, never seen with them filthy women I rock shoes you never feel, but still I'm a problem, been on bedrest, Deck is ill Bottom line watchin' mine like, "How do we shine?" With the pedal to the floor, never saw what's behind Certified live, sittin' in park, you feel my drive My nine to five customer service worldwide Better get in line, salute true major with the grind I'm in the kitchen with the cakes and pies 'Cause I took the evening gear competition Would've rocked the dope fish in the pan... Songtexte Yeah, yeah, ayy, yo Excelsior like a painting Stan Lee blessed Soundcloud rappers all can take your last deep breath Rappers got no arms like a motherfuckin' ski mask I'm a lion that'll eat flesh You a clown on the mic, Ryan Seacrest Guess the pain gets inflicted Chris Herren type of errand, son, I'm addicted Xenomorphs witness my alien flow from space and Thought they had a case for cultural appropriation The game, I put my foot in there Used to be excited 'bout my record bein' in Newberry, now I got my book in there I like you as a person, but as an MC, you Could turn to dust when I snap like half the MCU I aim at rappers with a Shogun missile while they recycle material like a low reissue Listen, I see you on that R-L-P-C, knob screen You're you, I'm me, you're trash, I'm king You're a comedian, my pen is like Alan Ball Swamp Thing, have you snoozin' with the apple core So if you do need help Check it, I been doin' it since leather palmers and deuce flicks I'm two years ahead of what y'all callin' the new shit Combine a phrase, design a game, shit I been schoolin' kids for free before LeBron James Gettin' money on this side, the bitches, the rides It's live, nine to five, they die to get inside Salty quads, party hard, silence your sorry bars All eyes on me like Pac rockin' sparkly garb They shit is hardly hard, he just a marky mark But I'm the killer of giants like I'm Ozzy Oz Born supreme, fiends look on with high beams Livestream, wide screen, flyest your eyes seen Jordan Craig, no Versace, blood on the Huaraches This was just a hobby from the lobby This wasn't supposed to be a body This was just routine, the fish scale on the triple beam, scene Scene Mic check, one, two I know I'm stressin' you (You), like how the Brits say, "jaguar" I'm glad you realizin' just how big a jag you are The flow spectacular, Roberto Aguilar If that's a ball player, if it ain't, my bad, bruh, uh, uh (My big brother), just back it up a bar (Back it up) They got fan theories, planned series for the CZAR Yeah, every message that I send you Guaranteed to go against the grain like a GF menu But I go for bread, flows over head Ticonderoga, that's the only time you holdin' lead Your shit's a movie? Where the fuck is that playin' Invest and lose your shirt like an MMA weigh-in (Pterodactyl), I avoid political 'spension Truthfully the only Breitbart I know is Simpson Super like crimson bowl, my Philly dragon prince Erasin' head quicker than David Lynch Don't get wrapped up in the madness of it (Don't) Is that a gang sign you throwin' or a shadow puppet? (Don't, don't) Close your eyes Listen for the color of the sky Master, how do I? Aus Songtexte Mania