Strangeland

[Intro] Elzhi, there it is Georgia Anne, there it is Dudley, there it is Check it out [Verse 1] This beat slapping like Goldie at the Player's Ball Coming out his robe if his paper small To show my ass and shit on you is not a nature call I'm tryna crack your head and blow your mind 'til you paint your wall The rappers that I ate that you consider great were all Cold, but then they froze, and afterwards, I watched a glacier fall Through hellfire, hotter than a Taco Bell fryer In a building next to Belle Tire I excеl higher than a propel flyer aftеr lighting up an L prior To catching the Holy Ghost by a hired female choir And that's just me messing around I'm the pie in the sky, the treasure chest in the ground Oil struck on the planet, what else you thought ran it? The whole battlefield becomes abandoned once I drop a war missile You feeling like a pimp? Go on and brush your shoulders off But you can get swept as soon as I mop the floor with you Don't wind up in a strange land with a deranged man Those with short change can't keep they two cents before it exchange hands 'Cause that's a nuisance, 'bout as much as someone I knew since I started using my brain, when they ain't gain any new sense And won't even give focus with a few squints Looking through tints Another dead man here and was found as the head bandit Without a headband slid So instead, where he bled landed All on my blueprints, that's how I caught him red-handed So, who's a fool impressing? With they medulla guessing School's in session I'm the open book you study for the rule and lesson [Chorus] Yeah, there it is I'm not the one to test, no need to prepare a quiz Too many claim king, but can't sit in this chair of his All that talk'll have you laid out in front of your therapist (Yeah) Ayy, there it is [Verse 2] Look, I'll destroy your fam like dysfunctional marriages That won't even spare the kids inside of the carriages Rap is like the crack game, peep Pac compare to Biz (Yeah) If I put my hands on you, it's to heal, but the thought alone would kill y'all Your threats still fall under wolf tickets I'd only buy to see Tyler the Creator while y'all selling them at will call Have several seats before the real stall I'll show you the bigger picture as if I were a theater Mission failed if you think you dissing El From up under his nose when suspicion smell Like rats with a missing tail That kiss-and-tell, and list entail Through dark nights like Christian Bale, I can tell you how a Mossberg sounds Before battle rap, I watched niggas flip quarters, then I heard rounds I got the Juice like Q when Bishop Grip came a-loose on the tall building Then the fall killed him Is that confusing as teaching small children To rep a nation that give reparations, but hate foreigners when they all pilgrims? It's the way I create formulas that bubble in the beakers To flow through the speakers and knock you out your sneakers You wouldn't stand a chance Rich rappers, put up your hundred grand advance With the pen, I can turn a name into a number, shackle you and have you escorted through the right entrance To be put in a mental prison So why would I sweat your bars, knowing they coming with a light sentence? You a block away and I'm a flight distance I'm just living out predictions from a palm reader who light incense Whether old nigga, new nigga Don't become a memory to make some beer pour out of brew swigger I would rather be here for you, that's word to Georgia Anne and Declaime We came to record the standout album of the year for the listeners To those cooking up a diss like it's a dish for us It's gon' get ate up, how it's meant to be I mentally disturbed the entity that sent to me