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Hook:
Take your shoes off my house young samurai
Rules don't apply if you rocking Airmax 95
Spliff till the death of it
SP-404 like it's medicine
Ain't High, we lofi boy we delicate

Verse:
Astounded by vinyl poppage
The way I rap so nostalgic
We sample for better pallets
We sample shit to pay homage
I'm Maxed out, SuperSaiyan watch the seats rumble
I'm cinematic with this semi-automatic
Three-Wheel pedallin I'm drifting through traffic
Two Passengers on top of your head
Brakes nowhere let the wind stop Jet
Use my foot to touch the ground my whole ankle bled
Blood gushing with the wheel cause you fucking slept
My artform, I paint what I see with my ears
Bandana on my eyes to hide my deepest fears
Ugh
I stopped right there, to give y'all a breath
Can't catch up with the stacked rhymes and flow I spit
I say yo twice and show my tricks
Don't trust none of y'all, all of y'all do snitch
Vito showed me his secrets
My initials? The true M.C.
Repping I-L-O where my lungs belong with the trees

Hook 2x

Verse 2:
Boom Bap! Feel the kick in my arena
Songs attracting chicks this my funky cold medina
Feelin like Neville Flynn
Too many snakes up on this plane
Writing with the Pilot and my shirt got ink stains
Mayday, mayday
Flip up wordplays
En guard sword chained
This the Captain Whip I drift this bitch
While I'm in Flight director tricks with the rhythm thriller
Jetllagg with a, killer instinct game
Winner this MJ
More intense car tunes boy we anime
Yall forgot this language is secondary
Yall ain't ready for the primary
When I reach my prime you wish you prayed Mary
Fuck the numbers man, only about skill
with the gun on my lap only for defensive purposes
Amy Dunn, my writing murderous
When I rep this mic streets become ominous
Jon Snow, claim my throne, I was born for this

Hook 2x

Verse 3:
City known for road kill
Oil spills with no meals
Ill City, anonymous to yall
rapping my ass off I'm trynna start a war
The way I rap you forget your bars
Stab you with a neutralyzer
Shit, don't step foot in this bermuda triangle
where myths and legends come to die
A place where death is known
Don't drown on this flow
But then again, I hear cowards float
Everything is made up son

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