Brass Jehova (feat. Roc Marciano, Skyzoo, Termanology & Brizz Rawsteen)

It's the Nazarene mausoleum Frost the seams, black coffin breeze Cough and squeeze Trapeze thru my loft with trees Cuban link, the pool is pink I'm a tourist, dive into the uterus, scuba tank It's shark week, my teeth turn medulla shank Don Shula bank, Dolphins in Aruba Countertop stone medusa Rap's Max Julien colluder On Kahlua with the shooter Kith robe cinnamon toast, buddha floats Purple Mimosa Mocha Hoes in the Poconos Reading Robert Greene quoting notes It's the golden goat With polar ropes I paid the Artist Repertoire with Snow My momma knew I grew a froze Antarctica soul Marci rocked up the beats, he know I follow the code Til product got sold Til Prada fits my bitch like a mold Outcast Brass Jehova fit you 6 foot hole And I'm the Henny pourer Grew up watching the city horror Wanted Diddy aura Introduce you how Biggie taught us Whole city on us Broad shoulders and bigger callings Know I did the honors Flow feel like the semi talkin' Taught to let you have it Small breaks like you sing the chorus And then get back up at Soul to Soul however you want it Like a Hype Williams opening scene everything fluorescent Crack a safe up, open the seams Strippers unloading the beam My verses is half of that The other half is split between hard silver and battle raps Illmatic and Jazzmatazz One of one but I'll double entendre hand you that And from the jump I was nothin like where they ran you at The Knick game goer the slim chain holder Kick game show up And make it feel like Jason Kidd ain't grow up The Pen do the same Turn who you name into a shooting range Ain't no one better, you got the stoop to blame Fuck with us for real Watch me pull up in the golden 'lac Gold all on my hands gold bullets in my strap I told him that You in the chatroom consoling cats like Doja Cat Man you know that's wack Load the mac black matic in my cul de sac Rover black holding stacks told the hoe relax Its not too big yo goodluck folding that Slam the pussy like Judah on the open mat I'm bolo young off coke and rum A loaded gun at your temple All I do is kill an instrumental Pen or a pencil, sharp like a gensu Catch me OT with things in the rental Show up to the white party dipped in a black tux Iced down wrist frozen up You know the cuts VVS bitch bouldered up Leave the calico burnt like loaded lux You know it's us Rawsteen! Backwoods in the back of the mothership Blasting capital punishment I'm hot gotta (w)rap it with oven mitts Ahh I walk past and won't dap you on some sucka shit Rappers don't know who you fuckin with I'm seeking control And I'm knowing that they weak in the fold Your team falls when a coward's in the leadership role I speak to your soul I'm more than just sneakers and clothes That lil purse and them tight jeans you squeezin in homes (hahaha) I'm rather unique, classic complete I'm giving bitches way more better blues like Shadow and Bleek You rappers is, pedicure type sandals and tea My raps deeper than the sand and the sea I sip glasses of clique Ask for me they better knowing forever growing Sleep and leak shit, I'm Edward Snowden on melatonin Shit peachy 'til your melons open Make you wish you left New Orleans That mean blood flood the levy's broken I'm from where if you ever owed 'em They Heavy loaded You get more than a score and your credit lowered Earning for mines, working with Bronze I work a job, battle rap, and drop verses from Gods The new testament I'm the new dope now who testing it? Get in line same old game now who reffin it? I don't know these dudes and who they represent But they'll sell dudes sex for a few necklaces I won a few checks and a few Lexus' I take over the kitchen I'm sous cheffin' shit I'm who next with your bitch I'm Hugh Heffin it I done moved on up we the new Jefferson's Bronze whatup!!