Tommy Nova - 3rd Rail Lyrics

This that parmesan aroma when it's Ramadan
Feel like an ambien when Nova switch the ambiance
Gripping dollar signs, lyrical phenomenon
Dumb it down and throw the spin on em' like Olajuwan
Live the life of crime now I'm reaping benefits
Deaded lames all out the circle that shit'll never mix
Scriptures are felonous, crushing what I rebel against
Still speaking in code unloading pelicans
Now we big as elephants and can't a soul tell us shit
Stack paper colossal, smack haters with bibles
Kid I rather count a "M" then go viral
Who the champ
Bet I knock em' out, spit on the title
The illest ever lyricist thats spinning on vinyl
School of hard knocks n*gga this is ya finals

Been looked over for no talent with no balance
Pintos, against a Lambo with low mileage
No challenge, still I chose to go silent
Let em' dig they own grave how you expose cowards
My trajectory is especially enormous
In the land of the bland I got the recipe
More Sazón, vintage clothe you Nylon
A popular novice tryna f*ck wit an Icon
Clique of pythons, cheetahs and hyenas
Strapped to the T in a hoodie and fly sneakers
Watch me defy speakers unleash immaculate thesis
Take off that glitter lets take it back to the streets kid
Raw business is authentic we all in it
F*ck that "yes man" shit n*gga we ALL winning