[Intro Roc Marciano]
Yeah
It's alive
It's alive
[Verse #1 Roc Marciano]
Yeah, Yo
I must be some kind of Frankenstein, peep the way I'm designed
With the nine by the waistline
Don't waste your time rhymin' and quit your day job
I'm in the Bahamas 'til I came back the same shade as Akon (Black)
Seats in my favorite ride remind me of sweet potato pie
You eager to take my spot but the game is mine
I'm playing keep away with the rock
You geeks could never play for my squad
Pop a muscle in your quad, you feel like 2Pac up in Quad
You got touched but no one was charged
Hustlers was shuffling the cards
Bust the gun down and flush the parts
Whatever don’t fit just chuck it in Flushing Park
I’ll be right here with the truck in park
While the Gap Band played I stared in a daze
My graze can't be patched with a band-aid
To save me, these ladies laid on a hand grenade, to ensure I ain't get a scrape on my handsome face
No Wraith can't equate to my traits, it's Land o' Lakes; you need a Lambo today
My character nothing man-made can validate
My palace way past Alize, this a glass of Ace
It's safe to say that I have immaculate taste
The grass was saturated with snakes
Had to navigate through the maze
Went from the New Kids On The Block
We was moving weight to get stupid paid
Flipped the script and did some music and now we Kool & The Gang
Who they at the top of the food chain baby they say we end Lucifer's reign
I'm sick, this ain't your everyday flu strain
Chase the kombucha root with the D'USSÉ, obey what I do say
My blade'll get you way more than a Boosie fade
Nigga
Yeah
It's alive
It's alive
[Verse #1 Roc Marciano]
Yeah, Yo
I must be some kind of Frankenstein, peep the way I'm designed
With the nine by the waistline
Don't waste your time rhymin' and quit your day job
I'm in the Bahamas 'til I came back the same shade as Akon (Black)
Seats in my favorite ride remind me of sweet potato pie
You eager to take my spot but the game is mine
I'm playing keep away with the rock
You geeks could never play for my squad
Pop a muscle in your quad, you feel like 2Pac up in Quad
You got touched but no one was charged
Hustlers was shuffling the cards
Bust the gun down and flush the parts
Whatever don’t fit just chuck it in Flushing Park
I’ll be right here with the truck in park
While the Gap Band played I stared in a daze
My graze can't be patched with a band-aid
To save me, these ladies laid on a hand grenade, to ensure I ain't get a scrape on my handsome face
No Wraith can't equate to my traits, it's Land o' Lakes; you need a Lambo today
My character nothing man-made can validate
My palace way past Alize, this a glass of Ace
It's safe to say that I have immaculate taste
The grass was saturated with snakes
Had to navigate through the maze
Went from the New Kids On The Block
We was moving weight to get stupid paid
Flipped the script and did some music and now we Kool & The Gang
Who they at the top of the food chain baby they say we end Lucifer's reign
I'm sick, this ain't your everyday flu strain
Chase the kombucha root with the D'USSÉ, obey what I do say
My blade'll get you way more than a Boosie fade
Nigga
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