Beast Mode

[Verse 1: Blu] Beast mode and its wrong how i delete foes Beat foes semi-unconscious ponder his deep flows Each wrote to boggle your conscience as the beat goes on The beat goes on like a free show Each blow hit you from the line like a free throw Each blow hit you like a line of some free coke Keep coaches fallin in line when the game’s on Game’s on little drummer boy put the bang on Same song all night long, 'till the early morn Early on I was incredibly versed ask my mom Bitches gassed passed out at prom carry bucket of blood, a real blood from a bomb Every song Drops deft sounds at that clown, spread round the app, its caught the actions with their head down B L heart breaker the females heart maker and detailed dark stranger and I speak well Eat well, deep shells ready when they ring bells, bring bells with me for cheers, cheap thrills Be real nigga cypress hill is up the street Im a ill street nigga I get ill in this street, blood spills on the beat, bust millimeters in heat Bust splinter into your knee, in the window when it’s ten beneath snow temperature Or the flow will get into your no Not getting rid of the pain inflicted into the brain And its a shame how we rain on you this time I had to bring the whole damn gang on you, game over [Verse 2: Cashus King] Fuck havin my G do it to you, Imma shoot you The way you dudes be fuckin around should be a new position in the Kama Sutra Knee sutures after mine [?] Standing in the front like a line cutter Mind butter margarine Marchin in like Martin in ‘em Guard your mass when your ski mask lover sharper than the shards of glass You ain't did it no credit, charge it cash Yall knuckers don't make enough dollars to flip We keep it real in the land of the collagen lips and fake tits My G get yo grip on and shoot you with the choppy, paparazzi take flicks I never sold bricks or pulled trees and that bull is, she get your ass wrapped in plastic like them chicks with facelift and fake ass You ask em who the illest say Cash They say somebody different they fail they ain't pass When the god get to testing the sane became mad The madness all around me And cash rule everything So when I [?] leave you relieved I came back G My G I put it on a coach like You ain't checkin for me but I bet I catch your ho’s eye Funny how a dream can wake your woke side and third eye I’m seeing everything with my bird eye focused on the plane [Verse 3] I busted out the choker with the chains If you out of focus, sly like a lotus in the rain Tax celebrity fees you not as woke as what you claim Patrick Beverly D I hold you scoreless in the game Pad and a pen [?] I know just what I’m saying This is black magic all that hocus pocus shit for Blaine So insane nigga, even the POTUS would enslave Cus I [?] stil, this muthafuckas know the name Work in progress...