Loud! like a POWER bicycle (feat. Hutch Da 3rd, JAH5 & jack13th) Video (MV)

Yeah
English crazy all these Ms lined up spell out genocide
Fent inside these three fives CIA jus call it pesticides
Five vetted eyes make sure my spliffs is always verified
Short bitch keep duckin smoke I think she terrified
Me n her jus running in place word to peloton
Shit I tripped over nigga now I'm steppin on
The way she eat tha dick I think her throat as deep as megalodons
You best jus try n shoot me don't f*ck round get the pen involved
Incision at tha neck we jus waiting for tha head to fall
My mind really at peace
The world's not what it seems
It's actually really f*cking horrible
Not chasing your dream
Gleam like a star shine
Disappointed apartheid still exists
I rarely reminisce
But when I do
Think about all the shit that led up to this
I swear I'm hard to miss
Not easy to see
Difficult to be with
I have the vision, but don't see shit
Don't rather be overhyped than defeated
You niggas really demons
In the flesh love yourself nothing less
I love myself nothing less
And love my baby
Got her squirming like there's demons in her chest
I'm an exorcist
She need an exorcism
Her soul been left for dead
Addicted to beautiful things
Leaving me strangely misled
Led to the top of a mountain
When I fall off that cliff
I'm headed straight for the ground
Now all I'm seeing is red
St Charles and General Taylor street
Taylor port in my liver
And my lungs takeing scary heat
Them shits more black and blue
Than the kicks on my merry feet nigga
White fleece red pendant
I'm spending on chains
My system and my liver man
Don't mess with my brain
I'm kickin' it with villains
Burnin' sticks with the gang
I'm WHAT THA FUCK THIS NIGGA SAY??
You'll never get paid
You don't know what it takes to get like me
Too many nights off my rocker just tryna put it in key
Yeah
Flew my bitch to Paris ate her out what you complainin' for
Marry Mary Jane our honeymoon what I get faded for
Conscious rap is stupid gotta say my shit in layman's terms
Way I'm sonning niggas like I'm in my third trimester
Hop up out the hooptie to Mercedes thats an upgrade
If you don't got no bass in your speakers don't hear what phuk made
Synful made a sacrifice thought it was my life
But the sacrificial lamb is all the drugs that sluts take
The devil ain't got shit on us your heaven won't accept us
I ain't a saint I'm a sinner I found heaven in my records
All my screws comin' loose I'm a winner
I lose all of my marbles up in the winter
Seasonal feelings make the light of my life look dimmer
Till I make a f*ckin' masterpiece this hope more than a glimmer
Me and my niggas so hot we boil you just simmer in the heat
My mouth dirtier than the forces on my feet
I've been moved up on the low I got no time to be discreet
I'm addicted to motion got the potion eight days a week
Call me Ferragamo you niggas shein the way you cheap
If you don't hear me talk to you no I don't want to hear you speak
If I play in the championship then you snuck in your seat
You a pastor I'm Jesus and I don't want to hear you preach
Vampiric tendencies when you cliqe up you a leech
Feel like Martin I'm a king I'm just delivering my speech
I'm a lanky motherf*cker doing shit out of your reach
I've been dead since the ninth grade resurrected darky meech
Mess with me it's gon' be a hairy situation like the fleece
My face is so pretty It stops more folks than the police
The strap black we got a dark chocolate piece
I find a sugar mama her job is just to pay my lease
Your boy was born a dog atraight out the pound said f*ck a leach
I got 40 bucks to fill my car and 40 for the preesh nigga