Week 9 CiNo (US)

[Verse 1:]
Everybody follow me, I'm on this journey
In which my mind is not discerning
What's real or not, let's steal some pot
And light this joint up till we feel the shock
Let it travel through your body, kick it like you knew karate
I wanna rock and rob the bass from junior parties
Who's your daddy? Who's your mommy? Point me at her, she a hottie
I think she wanna climb on top of me, Lodi Dodi
Call me Slick Rick, girls jumping on this big dick
She put on lipstick to kiss on my tip lips
"Ugh, CiNo, that's nasty, it's ig'nant"
Just remember, I am just a figment
Of your imagination, a soul assassination
What you think I say, what's all this fascination
With the opposite of you? The darkest interlude
You doubt the shit has power, but the prophecies are true
Living in this world of thieves, liars and killers
You'll desire to finish, to retire, just end it
I breathe fire, diminish your requirements printed
I feel higher, ascended to reach clouds in the heavens
When I shout, you get a heavy sensation of damnation
You pace in the damn place, I patiently am anxious
Ain't you ready to die? You telling lies? I'll severe you, knives
Shredder you up, I'm like Freddy Kreuga'
Now I'll tone it down a second, I'm totally down for wreckin'
Another beat for the week like Mortal Kombat or Tekken
I thought about it a second, I'm for Hip-Hop's protection
Representing development of the flow to perfection
Listening to me in any vicinity
You're plenty gonna receive remedy energies, here's...