Lion Hearted

[Intro]

(Statik Selektah)

[Verse 1: eLZhi]

Never judge a book by its cover with the concealed weapon

That's a rookie in the field steppin' on landmines

It's sorta chills, kept in a pine box, either my flows rewind clocks

Back of wrist, ahead of his timing, I'm tryna find Doc's

Laboratory to hotwire his Delorean

The 40 in the fridge pour with your story and it's nothing to an historian

Stupid, you don't want the smoke

It's like Snoop lit a joint in the coupe with Dr. Dre bumping Chronic a block away

They tried to trap the dragon in a House of Cards

Spittin' fire to make the bouncer pounce the guards

Then I brainstorm so I can douse the yards, how could you hardly tell?

The angels got me well through this ungodly hell

I know the leader of your squad is oddly frail and I'll provide detail

I poke holes through his facade, just run the sword inside the side until the body fell

While dropping flawless gems, you lookin' for the screw-ups

With your chest poked out, arms through the bra straps with two cups, duke

I bring that out you when I'm painting with the darker texture

It could spark an Uzi or spark a lecture

Can't wait to park the Lex or

Mercedes Benz in the two car garage beneath the house with the matching architecture

When I spoke this, I blacked out, who I'm sonnin'? That's very locas

And bugged out like Egypt with the locusts

A Moses staff against the hocus pocus from the brokest to the richest

I spit glitches in your matrix causing damage that you can't fix

[Chorus: Royce da 5'9"]

How could you possibly top me? Them poppers is choppy, look—

I got a flow like there's no tomorrow, heart of a lion

I got a flow like there's no tomorrow, heart of a lion

I got a flow like there's no tomorrow, heart of a lion

How could you possibly top me? Them poppers is choppy, look—

I got a flow like there's no tomorrow, heart of a lion

I got a flow like there's no tomorrow, heart of a lion

Got–got a flow like there's no tomorrow, heart of a lion

[Verse 2: Boldy James]

Even if you met, probably never know

If you send a hit, get a quotable

Nothin' personal but I don't want to have to feel shit standing over you

You never touched shit that don't belong to you

"How many bodies you got?" More than you

Should I speak up? Niggas know the truth

You not a killer nigga 'less it's more than two

Same niggas that I run the school with nowadays doing home improvement

Ten to two man with the strig

Swear to God, don't make me fuckin' lose it

You must got it confused with the music

All these rap niggas counterfeit

BB King, I up and blues it, spazz out everybody strip

You too, bitch, take that shit off, he better not flinch or cough

Ain't even make it to his prom but we gon' send him off in fashion

Spin him off and smash him

Take him off the map after we rinse him off and splash him

My niggas cross the track, nah, we ain't giving out no passes

That ki' that you got robbed for, shit ain't cost more than my glasses

Then he tucked the pole, he'd rather toss it fore he pass

You see me on parole, just know it's God shit if I flash it (Mafia, what else?)

[Chorus: Royce da 5'9"]

How could you possibly top me? Them poppers is choppy, look—

I got a flow like there's no tomorrow, heart of a lion

I got a flow like there's no tomorrow, heart of a lion

I got a flow like there's no tomorrow, heart of a lion

How could you possibly top me? Them poppers is choppy, look—

I got a flow like there's no tomorrow, heart of a lion

I got a flow like there's no tomorrow, heart of a lion

Got- got a flow like there's no tomorrow, heart of a lion