Worship

[Verse 1: Tony Broke]

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane

No it's Tony Broke falling from the clouds with the rain

Ask no questions, I pick your brain

Let me digest what you manifest as sane

It's not me, yeah you got me, like Erykah

I kidnap the editor and bitch slap the messenger (Slap! Why?)

For peddling fake news, I neck booze

And wait for these devils to make moves

I'm two drunken steps ahead on me last brain cell

In the background, left for dead

On me ABC's in this World War Z

Recite the alphabet backwards walkin' on one leg (Uh fuck...!)

Then I switch forms like a Azazel

Fallin', crawlin' gnawin' through the mic cable

Like a rodent with a gold tooth

Speeding down the road to Hell crashin' thru the tollbooth

[Verse 2: Sniff]

I stay droopy with Grubb

2 bad bitches looking boujee as fuck

Uh, never go bed in my jewellery

But I had to check before I lit the dooby

It's not true (why?), it's based loosely

On a night I spent with your sister Lucy

They say I'm good but live unruly

Played a part in the movie

Like the script suits me

All star Hollywood cast

Sniff good Hollywood off Hollywood ass

Stop spittin' it's obvi you're wack

DVL never reference God in a rap

Uh, yeah you bitches better pay Sniffy

I'm in the cut sipping Haig whiskey

Rider cost a couple grand

Reppin' Cult of the Damned with a gun in my hand

[Verse 3: Salar]

I'm big coin like the money hungry Hannibal Lecter

Protect Salar at all costs, nah I'm the protector (Uh)

Nobody's perfect but I'm a perfecter

From my findings (hm) I conclude that perfection is attainable

The only constant is change, and that's unchangeable

Went from groupie hoes to proper lady folk

In boujee clothes, my crew be those who appear in studios

And attend very important business meetings in Carluccio's

Like 'tis the season, catch me in the Lincoln schemin'

Between bouts of Tibetan rhythmic breathing

I go on days out with me inner demon (Hey, get in!)

Might take your face out won't give a reason

Or take your dame out and give her feelings

That she won't be receiving, the pimp flow

Is cold like the river region, in the winter wheezing

In the Canada Goose in England but still as freezing

[Verse 4: CLBRKS]

I infiltrate your party (Why?)

Dripped to my veins with Bacardi (Hello)

I ain't forget you used to wear the Ed Hardy (Pussy)

I'm here to take it all like Mugabe (Give it all)

And play piano in the palace like Liberace (Ding!)

All I do is chill, strap L's

Keep the bolt-cutters in case all else fails

My mate's telling me that "you're not well" (Oh no)

I ain't got to say nothin' for my record to sell (Fuck off)

C-L, wow, Slim Papa

Dropped the .5 in the pint of the lager

I get the bag and then depart like ta-ta

Hide away in Spain, lower frames, say nada (Nothing)

Really though I never ever been lost (No)

You better talk nice when you talk to a boss (Shut the fuck up)

You move more when you lower the costs

Really C never seeing a loss, yeah

[Verse 5: Stinkin Slumrok]

Call up CL, leave fassys peeled, that's on the real

My deal be your whole meal and cut the spiel

It's grime, my brain it feel like jellied eel

I'm fried, the sky is teal, we smoke a field

On their knees, they know it's Rok

They want the drill, they kneel, they see the king

I come with TL, the ganja's sealed, it's on the DL

But I smoke it right in front of your face

Cloud of smoke and I pong at the waist

Now Babylon give me the chase

I get away but I ain't running away

Welcome to London today

Reporting live it be Slummy

The someone who just hijacked your honey

(She want money) but she ain't gonna get shit from me

Neck snappin' like a crash test dummy, oh

[Verse 6: Sleazy F Baby]

The Big Lebowski in the Audi

Yeah, leave his innards out I still got villains 'round me

Uh, drunken master, sweg like an alchy

One eye on the pistol like I'm Mike Wazowski

Monsters Inc., it's not what you think

Dressed like I'm Pinky bitch I'm pimpin' in the pink

Heard your album, couldn't get jiggy with the shit

I got some B on me, feeling like Jigga on the strip

Not a verse it's a simple soliloquy you prick

I'm Dillian Whyte with the gloves and they ain't even peeped the flip

Play the field, I'm Willy Beaman in the bits

Derek Jeter, beat the beater if they beefin' with the six, yeah

[Verse 7: Black Josh]

Shrooms, LSD, lack of sleep I'm hallucinating (Trip!)

I thought I seen you winning but I was mistaken

I'm putting the food on the table and broccoli what I'm blazin'

Sore throat, smoke the L, still shouting out Laigon

Cauliflower eat when your head what we been creatin'

Hungry, greedy, craving, still I ain't bringing home the bacon

Never been too patient but the plug has finally got me waitin'

Valium got me lazy, can't be assed to send your payment

Sweg Lawd, Sweg Lawd! What you tellin' me?

Driving a nine bar to Leeds drunk off Hennessy

In the kitchen doing cooking lessons/chemistry

And crack the recipe, chef and leave you out dead on street

Bitch you're not my pedigree

Take a triple dose of H and wait down in Hell for me, uh, yeah

Bro you ain't an OG you're elderly

DVLGNG demon with an angel that fell for me