BOLT THROWER

[Intro]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse]

The defamation clause states the god had a sixth sense

The intent, scorched to the bone like an incense

It's a god damn shame you arrived at the last five seconds

Never break bread with a punch drunk diva

Damn, it was all love

Now we play the odds, I had to get it back in blood

On my souls, swear these hoes just like me

Pissin' in the wind, how the story bends

It can never be the same, free that nigga Pooh Shiesty

The last prizefight will push buckets through the fourth wall

Bless 'em all with a full rolodex of roses

Spike intertwined with a slice of the tough love our mamas used to give us

Niggas pullin' up with they shirts tucked

The terms got some updated conditions

A mantis in the key igniton

Big Scorpio energy got you cut down to a spigot

The silence of oppressed niggas

Smokin' dope with a couple loose bigots

The tape couldn't capture five-trillion minutes in the way then play it back and make sense

Stash the evidence amongst the carbon copies

It was reticent, the black man came with a specialty

It was evident, the truth left you with dilated pupils

You couldn't even peep the evidence

It was severin', shit tear up your soul

Lookin' froze through your decomposed vessel

Mess hall politic, crocodile tears for years

Got these niggas with they chest all out and shit

Dramatized model shit

Bitch ass niggas need to take it back to posterin' at the audition

Play this shit louder 'till the fuck niggas hear it

Tryna take it back and copy digits

New division, velcro science

Steel-toed iron for the long walk deeper to the destitute horizon

End-time scripture, drilled in the form of Braille

Still reads like an abstract picture

Y'all can't kill us, you hatin' niggas got a cortisol build up

Blockin' any lesson that the god had meant for ya

Black phantom in the south wing for six seasons

Please believe every dart that I send reaching

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