Interlude

[Verse 1] I'm a dragon with these flames, these days, you can go play where streets lay
Me and the music feel inseparable, check it ho, but these broads respect it though
I'm on my pedestal, over sky pillar, these killers haven't been realer since the death of king of thriller
No chillers, like we're playing J Dilla, got a knack for this rapping thing like we're playing billiards
Technology run this world probably better than the white man can, but letting it run the world was probably the white mans plan
Kicking bitches out like Pam or like Martin doing the can-can, these rappers want beef but ill throw them spam. Their taking up space like spam, it's a damn the for presidency were looking for a better man
To some that nigga is a hero, but others say he's just another political negro
Cover both your mouths statements equal zero, I'm Selassie soaring off like a spearow
Check my appearance I'm dressing Phoenix regal, finding another me is like getting aerodynamic of eagles
You spit crack? I spit thousands of narcotics, give me hot beat if you want some of the product
Sit on sky pillar shout out to Mr.Knight, the real rap killer, nigger

[Verse 2] Finding life's purpose but I'm doing that daily, if it was a class ill probably end up failing
Sorry dad, you lucky if I barely pass, but you can't get mad your known for leaving fast
Gave my siblings a symphony, for their enemies, if they do fiends will get popped mentally
Want to start something your not knowing to, your as tough as the blue Nile falls are blue
Don't be crude, your not one to dude, if you go lude that motion will probably be on YouTube
You'll be gone so fast no one will believe, like if God and Lucifer finally came to an agreement
Who's not to say we're all fallen angels and we'll go to heaven when we earn our stripes like the bengals
Bangladesh sounds like its past tense, can you laugh with wit on a throne of arachnids?
And I'm praying that they lava the casket of Reagan cause I don't need satan coming back super sayin
Shout out to BP my making no money crew, but when we do we'll ball like our dreams came true
Hear me saying the same type shit like shifting echoes, but those are my ways so please be respectful
I hope I make money by the bedfull, and when I die, bury me with copy of Mr.Hyde and Dr.Jekyll
Buddy