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Matte Blk Rapana
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bronze Nazareth
Bronze Nazareth
Performer
Canibus
Canibus
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Germaine Williams
Germaine Williams
Composer
Justin Cross
Justin Cross
Composer
Matthew Markoff
Matthew Markoff
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matthew Markoff
Matthew Markoff
Executive Producer
Germaine Williams
Germaine Williams
Executive Producer
Michael Mania-Bond
Michael Mania-Bond
Producer

Lyrics

I've let niggas like you caught me off guard Before the mid wagon comes and scrapes them up, nigga! You've got in the guts, you made a move So I can mop the floor with your ass I and I gonna take you to a place, you see You never been there before I own you now (no!) (No, I am, Noah!) I and I gonna take you to a place, you see You never been there before I own you now (no!) (No, I am, Noah!) (Show your finger) Copacabana, cut your tongue off with katana The warmonger wearin' Bodhidharma body armor (armor) Son of Ravana, Ashwatthama Maharatha Parama Brahman, supreme Rasta Practice extreme Prajna, samsara this is nirvana Buddhavacana from Tathāgatagarbha My forefathers conscious like Dhyānas You don't even understand what I'm sayin', be honest Lightning bolt Vajrayana, thunderbolt Obama With B.A. Baracus, a black tomahawk chopper (show your finger) Mr. T doin' the Cha Cha, dressed like Zulu Shaka Eatin' green eggs, hasa and salsa You know you wearing bootleg when the logo is too big When the tag says, "Made in Manolo Jesus crib" Matte black AR, ACOGs, and K Bars You make duck sauce outta Gog and Magog The airborne flippers with meteorite zippers Tell the skipper to use his Helio Lights dimmers (show your finger) You know you ain't in the right business, you like to spit I like to listen We like hyenas babysittin' some kittens I swoop down like a winged griffin and pinch 'em Leave his limbs missin', dirty ass feet like city pigeons I and I gonna take you to a place, you see You never been there before I own you now (no!) (No, I am, Noah!) I and I gonna take you to a place, you see (show your finger) You never been there before I own you now (no!) (No, I am, Noah!) Yeah, I promise piranhas, minor marijuana farmer White widow spider lighter, plantain clips for llamas Atomic, Verlander's slider shell providers Catch comets, cigarillo's spell, cumulus climber Spit shine, a uterus finer, secluded survivor Diva scuba diver combined with urban MacGyver rhymer Matte black clouds on top of (show-) my family opera My mood is chupacabra sprinkled with ocean liners In St. Lucian waters, screws loosen hardest armor The constant garden mixed with George Carver, Pearl Harbors Swirl diamonds in my verse, train of thought robbers Chisel chopper chapters, Montego Bay climates Visible monuments inside the sound, acknowledge it Kevlaar halos when I ride we gonna poli kid Meanwhile demolishing, disembowelment (show your finger) Slit your collagen, hologram, disappear like Hollow Man Sharpen pen, drill darts through his cardigan Autograph a camel toe, marvelous artisan Casual till the cannon blow, harvest my sonogram There'll never be another like me, he probably REM You hate to admit you feelin' it like a phantom limb No plaques but I planted platinum whims Jesus feet not one of the Kings? Sacrilege! (Show your finger)
Writer(s): Germaine Williams, Justin Cross Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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