95 TIL I DIE 94 TIL I GO

[Intro: Denzel Curry]

Yeah, yeah, what it is, what it is

It's 2010 and I was born in 1995

See, my dawg Halo, he was born in '94

So I'm just gon' do

What we do 'til I go, you feel me?

[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]

Slice your ass up like Jedi master

They call me [?] but I ain't a pastor

Any nigga get it twisted might end up like Caspar

Niggas asleep, well, the kid is nightmares

I'm the flyest kid ever, like straight out of Con Air

Don't flare 'cause the next man might need a spare

It's not a joke, bitch

I don't shoot, I make tricks, my words too real for fake shit

Five hundred all in the same chain

And they like "What the hell?" at the show, House of Pain

And I'm not [bustin' spikеs?] but I'm on a manic train

And y'all niggas need to stop, put you to sleep like Mr. Spock

And this the entеrprise, why y'all lookin' at the sky?

I must be the truth 'cause y'all paralyzed

I am the king looking for a queen

This is self-attested just like the thing

This is like a movie 'til it stepped on the scene

There ain't no whips when I'm lookin' for the cream

With a AK-47 so test my regime

Don't mess with me 'cause I'm a murderous machine

I flow like a sailor, and I beep like a pager

I hang with little West but I wouldn't fuck with Taylor

Not even with two fingers

Mystical, I'm in danger, seeing colors like the Power Rangers

Niggas is like petro 'cause my shit is too retro

A long distance like metro

Homie, I'm too real on this mass appeal

Too real on this mass appeal, I'm gone

[Segue: Denzel Curry & Halo Kidd]

'95 'til I die

Yeah, hah, Halo, nah

[Verse 2: Halo Kidd]

Listen, I'ma let the clip slip then

Bullets attachin' like the vision

Ain't nobody stayin' alive when my shots in precision

Will I stay hot like I'm cookin' in the kitchen?

Dead bodies drop like noodles, instant

Life goes on, proceed, progress

Everybody die, who might go next?

Tears fall down then you take a deep breath

But anyway, my voice [?] like I'm screamin' in a [?]

Money longer than a city-state

Your bitch wanna penetrate, three girls with me

I should've played a [?], 'day, 'day, 'day, yeah

'94 'til I go, ho

[Outro: Martin Luther King, Jr.]

I have a dream that one day down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; that one day right down in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers. I have a dream today.