Da Audio (feat. Avo the God) Video (MV)

Imma jaw breaker
Earth Quaker
Soul snatcher
Who out rank ya
This a punishment
If I spank ya
It's No favor
Like a no thank ya
King scythe you can get it
While I start thinking

Politic real quick
Let's just kick accomplishments
I could spit, rocket launcher shit
Or vomit consonants from my esophagus
That'll make ya f*ckin noggin split
And I B-O-M-B on the track
And I'm a comma kid

Cause I be with the rats
And the cheese on the mind
Seep deep in the track and the beats be confined to my dungeon of rhymes
Where I torture it
Sorcerous Morpheus spitter that beast on his crimes

Deep in the Deep end that depend on Nine
Divide by zero damn peeps and I bind
They broken neck to a check
Cause killin my business
And I gotta creep on the dime

Servin God as the fourth horseman
Makin rapper's drop as porous corpses
I support the war to four-four
Execs who make checks off of makin rappin borin

I'm the people's pres without the bad endorsement
Or the doormen that'll open up for Questions from men
That God answer when he back again

They be like king scythe
Who ya rapping friend
You know it's AvoTheGod
And I'm back again
I'm amongst your peers
Not the blackest friend
I'm in the back of him
And I'm active with this rappin shit
While sippin Actavis
Across yo face I will past a fist
If you a pacifist
See they sleep on me
I eat the beat
Can you imagine this
Many nights on my phone
I Call em Note pad practices
Imma balance it
Since time money
Micro manage this
Well how did he manage that
Do you hear me nigga I'm talented
See in the booth
I spit tooth
It's not a cavity
I'm not from here
And Honestly I ain't use to the gravity
And the drugs that these niggas
Secretly trafficking
I'mma diamond found in the rough
Touch by an African
My mom tall, my dad too
I'm not as black as him
But imma my daddy son
He said yerr I'm like what happening?

You get outta hand
I get outta pocket
Cash the contents from your wallet
While I'm rappin off measure, outer pocket
Repetition rhymin like the tape is choppin

I'm bar heavy, I be cinderblock'n
I guitar riff for a hunnid thousand tens and that's how I be Milli rockin

Add a stab and jab to subtract you from this Earth
Unless there ain't a problem
Niggas hero signal, but they play a goblin
I'm missile with intent to nuke the f*ckin instrumental like the shit be play possum

My ghostwriter's is all deceased
Cause Scythe is offin entities
Before they offin

But I

Got a full throttle Bugatti flow up in yo audio
Rapidly tappin the drums in ya ear wit a sonic delivery
Killin the beat like it came wit a body doe
I be so wicked wit it that a villainous
Nigga who spittin be splittin his tongue
Tryna copy though

But it's a plausible effort if death is one of yo obstacles
We could go mono y mono
Wit llamas and Tommy's hoe
Or fists to ya snobby nose

I'm built for battle if you wanna test and you just got go
But till then, I gotta kill shit, wit da Scythe and show
Y'all how the reaper keep a body count
So muthaf*ckas adiós!

(Avo The God)
I got the cryptic currency

(King Scythe)
For the kids to build a nursery

(Avo The God)
And I can raise the bars for the crib

(King Scythe)
But you see currently

(Avo The God)
I'm stuck between the legs of yo girls

(King Scythe)
Like where they girdles be

(Avo The God)
Now that's a bar straight out the pack

(King Scythe)
Like how a Hersey B