Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rolando Valdez III
Rolando Valdez III
Songwriter
Emile Beck
Emile Beck
Songwriter
Miles Donnelly
Miles Donnelly
Songwriter

Lyrics

You a lame, listen what I say If I'm trying to get this cake, you ain't getting in my way Get out of my face Now it is Doomsday, Power Brigade Cypha360 you cower and shake Working for millions you're hourly wage, wait, wait I'm leaving you in a lake of blood, that Phlegethon Too ill when I drop a rhyme Y'all out of time, we're on Jargon time Y'all know when I drop a rhyme, it's rock-hard like copper mines I keep going like Father Time and I spit fire like Arcanine, ugh I'm hot like the Phlegethon in the Nine Circles Y'all read about in high school from Dante's Inferno, ugh (Lord-L-L) Lord Jargon's the illest dude, y'all wet as a turtle Put that shell all on your back now, you'll be looking like Squirtle Two bazookas got 'em on strap, Blastoise 'gon hurt you Put a bigger shell on your back now, you've evolved to Wartortle, yeah Ugh, pop, pop hit 'em Either you gonna' give it up, or get shot, nine milla' - YES Lord Jargon, I'm the Eighth Hokage My main joint, she not playing 'bout me I'm Lord Eighth on Hokage Rock So y'all little kids better not say nothing 'bout me! Let's go Ugh, aye Yo I'm the one (I'm the one) y'all only stuck on Stage 1 Talkin' 'bout you're A1, I got beef with you I go K-1 Head punch, then body kick, after body kick, after body kick You're a silly ho like Harley Quinn, I'm a pro at this, you're a hobbyist I'm too real; it's obvious these hoes looking like hoes I keep watching and keep quiet 'til time leaves them exposed I tightened up my circle, got these snakes off of my soul And these fake bros be sleeping on me, somebody tell them don't doze They hit me up for that cake, birthday parties didn't get thrown And these whores acting like little girls when y'all over thirty years old What is going on in this world? Man, I really don't even know All these broads got snake eyes, I guess that's how the dice roll And my homies moving that good, have you jumping off the hydro In my city trees'll get blown down, we got hit with a cyclone And my favorite fighters are Buakaw and Floyd Mayweather, you know This that pugilism and Muay Thai, you know I love them both, ugh Lord Jargon, I'm the Eighth Hokage My main joint, she not playing 'bout me I'm Lord Eighth on Hokage Rock So y'all little kids better not say nothing 'bout me!
Writer(s): Rolando Valdez Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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