[Verse 1: BVA]
Yo, there ain't no magic here
Rhymes hang above your head like a chandelier
Usually serve them cold like a can of beer
First to go bald, then they ran in fear
I ain't gassed up, just for safety don't hold no candles near
I wear a chain made of snake carcass
Decorate my crown with chunks and pieces of the faint-hearted
I line these words and let the march at you like Braveheart did
Rappers throw on war paint but all I see is painted targets
Straight liquor no vino, didn't want to fuck with this
But as the french would say, man, that's just libido
Warm free flow, better than your whole career
Murdered it but this be manslaughter so they give us years
Acting like queens, the heads on the currency gone
Ain't fucking with me currently, funny, but don't worry me none
Skill of the tongue, keep it tight like the skin of a drum
In years to come they'll tell our story like Atilla the Hun
[Verse 2: Fliptrix]
The kings of our throne, the sum of our talents
Its audible gold, the crown has been handed and put on the robe
Plot of the banquet, it should have been told
Were more than established, eliminating sell out rappers and their wackness
Left up on the shelves, embarrassing themselves
I'd rather play than Biggie, Big Pun or Big L
We position with your mission, what the mission entails
Still driven by your inner vision, miracles prevail
Through the mysticism in the lyricism itself
Plus we flip sales like with digital scales
So put your L's up , if you know your health is your wealth
To feel compelling evidence that we ain't settling for nothing else
The lead rolling his film, we developed it well
100%, through my stance as well
Somersault through hell to compose the spell
That got you all in chanting, 'cause its so surreal
Yo, there ain't no magic here
Rhymes hang above your head like a chandelier
Usually serve them cold like a can of beer
First to go bald, then they ran in fear
I ain't gassed up, just for safety don't hold no candles near
I wear a chain made of snake carcass
Decorate my crown with chunks and pieces of the faint-hearted
I line these words and let the march at you like Braveheart did
Rappers throw on war paint but all I see is painted targets
Straight liquor no vino, didn't want to fuck with this
But as the french would say, man, that's just libido
Warm free flow, better than your whole career
Murdered it but this be manslaughter so they give us years
Acting like queens, the heads on the currency gone
Ain't fucking with me currently, funny, but don't worry me none
Skill of the tongue, keep it tight like the skin of a drum
In years to come they'll tell our story like Atilla the Hun
[Verse 2: Fliptrix]
The kings of our throne, the sum of our talents
Its audible gold, the crown has been handed and put on the robe
Plot of the banquet, it should have been told
Were more than established, eliminating sell out rappers and their wackness
Left up on the shelves, embarrassing themselves
I'd rather play than Biggie, Big Pun or Big L
We position with your mission, what the mission entails
Still driven by your inner vision, miracles prevail
Through the mysticism in the lyricism itself
Plus we flip sales like with digital scales
So put your L's up , if you know your health is your wealth
To feel compelling evidence that we ain't settling for nothing else
The lead rolling his film, we developed it well
100%, through my stance as well
Somersault through hell to compose the spell
That got you all in chanting, 'cause its so surreal
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