Half Dead

[Verse 1:Apathy]

Ayyo I'm flyer than Airwolf mean as a Werewolf

The automatic Mac-10 in operation wolf

I spin a flesh blood shatter spinal columns

Spleen splitters shit a rapper out

Ill as Jason Bourne when I'm blackin' out

Blast 'em outta this stratosphere

Ap is here better make some cash appear

Freddy Krueger music rap slash ya ear

So don't go to sleep I'm rippin' out the souls of victims

Black hole flow swallow whole solar systems

Getaway car driver I learned from pole position

Gettin' closer to God but follow no religion

Poems written with precision >bones flickin' force❓❓<

Shiftin' as quick as a Porsche with Delorean doors

The travel back in the past like Marty McFly

My raps are like drugs to keep the audience high

Yo I batter bodies badly with batteries in my beanie

Be bugging and bludgeon any bastard that say he beat me

Beneath me is a dungeon with dragons and executioners

Verses are scourges that'll infect the whole universe

Expect lots of funerals, bodies with Rigormortis

Metamorphosis, I'll put you in the ocean deep as porpoises

[Refrain: Planet Asia]

We got guns to leave you with a half head

To the money the math’s lead

You on your last leg

Nothing moving but cash, bread

No money down, you half dead

Half dead

[Verse 2: Roc Marciano]

Late night, in the telly slinging bagged up

Turn crack to cash, like ‘Abracadabra’

Pearl white ‘Lac, macs hang plasmas

Hoes obey pastors, like slave masters

Tre-eight blaster, thousand dollar pack passer

Fiends looking like spacecrafts, passed ya

That’s the sig-nature, slim in stature

Smoked out, foaming at the mouth like a non-factor

Real hoes hold white for us

Nigga, we hot boys - explains why Allah put this ice on us

Cool ‘em off, give ‘em two for the snort

What you thought would give play on Source

You pay the whole course

Before them four-fours, shoot up doors

Shots at ya Yukon, Rocket just like a newborn

Powerful poems, put poems on valuable homes

While them addicts looking blown, like a trombone

Examine a man with stamina

And where I’m from you either flip grams or be a janitor

[Refrain]

[Verse 3: Planet Asia]

Pekoe pirate, hitman for hire, ayah

Money over boppers, you’re singing to the choir

I am the flyest, wittiest, high, sadddiest

Intertwined with the crime committee

The grittiest, hideous henchman

Central Valley, rally ‘round a verse

This is drugs, those who need plugs

Welcome to the crack convention

Shell-toe Adidas don, Sam Smith-ing

True grizzly on a land mission

I drop jewels to make the fans listen

Pop tools at your mans dissin’

Knock noodles out ya can of spinach

Planet is vintage

Dirty birds don’t get chose

Only the handlers that’s handlin’ business

If I ruled the world, there’d be no eighty-fivers

The swine dining, spook worshipers would know the science

The mic’s in my hand, the moment is mines now

The shine now, lil’ ma is all on my line now

My grind’s style is serious, period plus

It ain’t another in your area that’s touching this look

My aura is right, my team is solid and worthy

I knew early they didn’t teach getting cream in college

I’m burning, finer leafs of spliffs, laced in Bally shags

Might catch me in South Beach, hopping out a Jag

When it comes to the paper no time for lollygagging

After this, might have to give your chick the mighty Magnum