dread scott - No. One Headband Lyrics

We don't gotta do this, you know
Come on, maybe you ought to just chill, you know what I mean
I mean, check me out, I'm happy
Cause I smile all the time
You don't ever smile
Therefore, people don't like you
I bet you even without any damn headband
Everybody still gonna wanna fight you
You just ain't no fun, bruh
You always focused on killing this guy, killing that guy
I grip the sword like a ronin holding controllers
Either that or I'm holding a pole and scoping for worthy opponents
Round the corner, crowing the buzz of drones droning
Till like four in the morning, nobody speaks of the warring
We getting free, but they don't wanna go to war
Then hold it down like waterboarding, we not atoning
Unless you gun-toting, my nigga, I'm not voting
Free-forming, I'm not combing, ballot or the bullet
I already picked the latter, I pick the pad up
And get to battle I ain't get the memo, ain't get the instrumental
Still scribbling them names in my death note
Get to packing your pencil, thirty screws in my jaw
This rapping was incidental, I'm black in the midst of devils
I pass them and skip the level, katanas, I grip the metal
Right tight by the hilt, when dread scott land it's liable to get you kilt
The bow and arrow probably get him clipped
I was speaking ancient tongues and writing Meroitic scripts
Nigga, yeah, uh
I was speaking ancient tongues and writing Meroitic scripts
Yeah, you was thinking about nothing, spewing Freudian slips
I see the meaning underneath, if I really pull it then it's
Sheath, I'm a dog off the leash
I cracked the code, beat the algorithm, broke out my niche
Not the usual plan, maneuver however I can
To get the number one headband, four-arm samurai
I'm the Vitruvian man, four mics in my hand
I don't move with a clan, I'm just solo-leveling
Don't let no more devils in, I'm the Terror in Resonance
They exported weapons and if you from where I'm from
You considered a veteran of a proxy war
Armored trucks, Reaper drones, and other obstacles
Check your notes, it's obvious they forgot the score
I'm Jonathan Jackson back bringing a gun to court
Wave it around like a wand like I'm Dumbledore
Wait a minute, you know, I just realized
This the first time I've seen you without the number two headband
And you know what? You look kinda funny
It's weird, man, I knew something was off
I mean, your forehead is huge, bruh
I thought your head was big, but damn
That's a four times four times forehead
That's what they mean when they say
Headquarters, you a big headliner, a headmaster, a
Shut up