Judgment Day [heavy tone] Hideki Okugawa (Ft. Infinite)

I'm hard boiled, that's the point of petrol
I drop these lyrics for my people in the ghetto
I kick the flavor from night to mornin'
Just like an alkaline, I keep goin' strong
Another ankle, just to keep flexin'
This is like a drill, yo
When I'm testing, my unusual, styles of rap, then I fix in
A rhyme from the beginning to the middle, with then a flash

I hate to disappoint you but you livin' kinda foul, so
Yo pack your bag kid, you gots to go
To the drawin' board, 'cause I ain't goin' for the wack stuff
You best to slack up, before I bring the Mac up
And hit shots, like that Jamaican kid they call Raas
I get as much props from my block to your block
And with the super-duper lyrics that I create
It's too late, for any discussions or debate

Like when I'm rocking on the microphone and start breaking
It was forsaken to think that I can be taken
'Cause I'm your highness, the rap finest
You can't deny this
Dig a little deeper
Yo, I'm sure you'll find this style of mine
As a dope speech
I'm intellectual, now I have to teach
Supportin' my territory, I call props
And all the fated perpetrators
They're gettin' knocked