[Intro: Jay NiCE]
Yeah nigga
Something about this shit, I can't figure it out (Mic check, 1,2,1,2)
Something about this shit, I can't figure it out (Peace to the Gods)
Something about this shit, I can't figure it out
Something about your character, I can't figure out (The lucky teachers)
'Fuck going on? (What's happening?)
'Fuck my lighter at?
Lighter Flickering
Esketit
[Verse 1: Jay NiCE]
Uh, I spit the lava, burn the village
Professional bars are hurting feelings, word villain, every verse is brilliance
I'm not from Earth, my boy, to share the same turf as pprivilege
One bar turns to millions, Sixteen is worth a billion
Buildings collapse, ceilings are cracked - thе final days
It's Armageddon's arrival, May Allah let revival raisе us
It's a cycle, not a phase
Man, niggas dying every hour, either from accidents or a rifle stray
Michael J. but twice as great, this FLAiR, homie
Big FLAiR, they caught the flying dunk in mid-air
Shit, I disappear behind the smoke fumes to float with the goons
Then heat waves composed, I wrote it in June
Pour salt on the open wound, knowing victory's mine
I see the love everywhere, even the enemy's eyes
Went from bitches dissing me, now I'm liked by Nicki Minaj
Making history the God bodies, Vicky and Fah
Argh
Yeah nigga
Something about this shit, I can't figure it out (Mic check, 1,2,1,2)
Something about this shit, I can't figure it out (Peace to the Gods)
Something about this shit, I can't figure it out
Something about your character, I can't figure out (The lucky teachers)
'Fuck going on? (What's happening?)
'Fuck my lighter at?
Lighter Flickering
Esketit
[Verse 1: Jay NiCE]
Uh, I spit the lava, burn the village
Professional bars are hurting feelings, word villain, every verse is brilliance
I'm not from Earth, my boy, to share the same turf as pprivilege
One bar turns to millions, Sixteen is worth a billion
Buildings collapse, ceilings are cracked - thе final days
It's Armageddon's arrival, May Allah let revival raisе us
It's a cycle, not a phase
Man, niggas dying every hour, either from accidents or a rifle stray
Michael J. but twice as great, this FLAiR, homie
Big FLAiR, they caught the flying dunk in mid-air
Shit, I disappear behind the smoke fumes to float with the goons
Then heat waves composed, I wrote it in June
Pour salt on the open wound, knowing victory's mine
I see the love everywhere, even the enemy's eyes
Went from bitches dissing me, now I'm liked by Nicki Minaj
Making history the God bodies, Vicky and Fah
Argh
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