Dead Bent

[Intro]

Goddamn it

Super-motherfucking-villain, goddamn it

About to get these millions, stack this shit

Yo, his dip tried to tell him

"Ooh, you're like the sun, chasing all of the rain away

When you come around, you bring brighter days"

She told him, "You're the perfect one

For me and you forever will be" (Microphone check, one, two, one two, one, two)

He told her, "I will rock this microphone always"

[Verse]

I hold the mic like niggas hold their girls tight

But I ain't after her, probably your Acura, pearl white

The hooker? Nah, as many times as I done hit it

To be specific, more times than dimes in a briznick

When you broke north, I crashed the barbecue like Riddick

At the Garden, true

That's the god in me, pardon you

Jeepers

I was tore back, the ho gained access to my beeper

Called back my secretary gatekeeper

Like I ain't peep her, I said, "Darling, you was stupid though

You know the supervillain (He is a super), ho"

I had this style ever since I was a child

I got this other style I ain't flip in a while

It goes, pure scientific intelligence

With one point of relevance

MCs whose styles need Velamints

And once the smoke clear, tell 'em it's

The super-motherfucking-villain, nigga came through raw like the elements

All ninety-nine, plus one of them

And with a flow to pull a fraud nigga file from out in front of him

When we with y'all, we had tons of fun

Me and my duns and them

Actual true and living sons of them

Dead planets and god-U's

Throwing divine rules to come through, we will over charge you's

Ooh, and won't feel remorse for shit

Except for one time, once I had took my fronts out and lost them shits (Damn)

Scientific, going berserk like Red Alert

I really went to pick up wiznork for cheddar dirt

To fund these experiments is where I went

Obviously dead bent and spent every red cent

To rule you and still drop more jewels than schools do

Or even TV news that's designed to fool you (Who?)

Yeah, you, who hear the most grimy suggestions

From brothers with fly names and ID questions

That's a secret like Victoria teddy sets that's edible

Duns not ready yet for the incredible

Team of MCs who broke all fakes who thought they were slaughter-proof

Stomping through like North Face waterproof

Tat-tat, that's the end of that

After, hit the bar where baby girl bartender at

I told her, "More wine," mingling with no single mentions of

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