Ephesians

[Intro: Roc Marciano]

Bombaclaat

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]

Twirl the broom like a Whirlpool (Twirl it out)

This rap world like a all-girls school (Facts)

Free learning, might drop a pearl or two

This dude's only as good as who's turning the spoon

Works a serve or two, burning the food (Uh)

Fumes from the German Lug's, it ain't perfume (Nah)

We could make some furniture move (Definitely)

Haven't you heard, my dude? I'm surgical with the .32

No? Oh word, that's news (Oh, you ain't know?)

Hoe, you could choose to be a walking snooze

I bare my soul like I wrote this nude (Naked)

Only a fool go opening those old wounds

All you see is proof when my clothes removed

The hate gave the motor fuel

Niggas ain't got a molecule of cool in they vein or trait pool (Not a bit)

True, heart pumping Kool-Aid, and Naked Juice too

If we was upstate I'd take your shoes and potato hooch (Gimme that)

Banging with the jewel, get tomato soup on your suit

Intimate like a table for two, who made reservations and date a sabertooth

After the tango, flesh was dangling loose (Whew!)

I felt the presence of an angel in the room (Stop)

Uh, to be brutally rooted in truth, I came with the tools

When the system needed a reboot, I got the grease on my boots

Got the machine moving smooth on the squeak, it needed lube (It needed lube)

We knew before it was through, squeezing a tube (Knew it)

Not to toot my own tooter, but I'm that bol

And it don't even sound unreasonable at all (Not at all, nigga)

[Interlude: various samples]

[Verse 2: Ka]

His boys wasn't spoiled, but still I rolled with a spare on me

The truth is I had juice, 'cause I always kept a pair on me (Two)

And our fields was no meals, just forks in the road

Kept it coveted for the public with beloved, I'm talking in code

Was unfortunate souls

In the hood, where good herbs often is rolled

Mindless discipline made for thicker skin, I forged at the toe

For the filth that grew me built immunity to deadly venom

Some might not know the right rites of passage if I never pen 'em

Seems the team had good genes, but wanted better denim

Toolies you walk with make movie a short clip if y' never extend 'em

A child made from a feral blend, ready to wild 'till the world end

For my supplements, stood up against anything the world sent

For years lost, still we was fortunate 'fore I had a girlfriend

But thorough ladies made thorough babies, thorough men

Wasn't from an esteemed hood, so being good tough for me

Make for bad recipe when necessity is luxuries

Covered the bond, I went above and beyond if I had trust in me

Was told as a youth, become a mute if ever in custody (Say nothin')

Once you get aggravated with all that fabricated, come fuck with me

(Come fuck with me, word up...)