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Bloodshot
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Yo, we don't do shout-outs no more, we say big up, big up
O-I, O-I, hip-hop, hip-hop, still up, la-la-la-la
Give me the microphone first so I can bust like a bad-handed blackjack
Hit it with the flow, then I'm ghost like the logo for Snapchat
Dope all caps, man, keep your caps locked
Your mom's is a fan, your girl is my mascot
Damn, son, I know I'm trippin'
Let me tone it down, reel it back for a minute
It's a given, I'm the shiznit, don't need to reiterate
If you're hungry for the realness, then *** a dinner plate
I serve it up, word to mom, ain't no drop, don't rap, get serious
It's a true, fine rhyme and experience, five-star, my God
Down by law, O-I, till I die, baby, that's my squad
World is my oyster, hip-hop my employer
Tequila my kryptonite, but trying to avoid her
Consoider, excuse me, consider
The possibility of just a subatomic fractal of glitter
Exploding out of trolls, but it hug time
Point is loving's what I got, word is sublime
My rhyme can't be confined to standardized schemes
Sporadic as a lightning bolt, precise as a laser beam
You know we doin' it
Come through, get the party people movin', yeah
Uh-huh, right on time with it
Finally, hip-hop feels alive again
So bend your head to this
Need proof it's alive, well, here's the evidence
Here's the evidence
I swear sometimes life be feelin' like a movie, yo
That's why I gotta throw it down up in the studio
A documentation deserving of a standing ovation
I laugh in the face of these haters, they basic or complex
Caught them all stressed like bomb threats
When my lyrical arm flex, ripping * like Ferrigno
Spitting flame like a zipper, way to change but the zip code
Bitch, no, uh, that's why I say to them
When they try to step on stage up in my stadium
Spray paint the interior walls of the cranium
Visual representation, paradigm *
Flick the ash in my blood, they *** my dick
No doubt, we go all out, know I'm out
Me and Cam can re-route what we about, it's real hip-hop
Yeah, bloodshot and gray wheels, man, we stay in the field
Throwing it down with the heads that never left and never gave up
Don't sleep, stay woke, it's that new, new dope
You know we doing it
Come through, get the party people moving, yeah
Uh-huh, robbing time with it
Finally, hip-hop feels alive again
So bang your head, you dig it
Bang your head
You dig it, it's alive
Well, here's the evidence
Yeah, here's the evidence
Big up, big up, big up, big up
Five-star, that's what we strive for
Been tripping on this hip-hop * since 9-4
Or was it 04?
Best house to die hard show for
What's crazy is that was back in the 80s
Now it's 2020, ain't nothing funny
Yeah, knock a Tony Plaza, knock some cow
Knockin' fools out, flow be holding water
True anomaly, always kickin' property
Never rockin' Mike Slopper
Used to dabblin', debauchery, but now
Believin' me, now I'm a man
Live responsibly, it never felt better
Yeah, level 10, sped up
Hit them with the metaphysical
Get them real, spinnin' them out they mind
Like butter on a dinner roll
Smooth, you know it's the truth
Playin' Duck, Duck, Goose
With the sun and the moon
Stardust in human form
Crushed groove, Cuba door
Our core war
Poetry pourin' out my pores
Kick in the door
Elevate the art form
Restore balance to the force
And no revolve, I'm gone
You know we doin' it
Come through, get the party people moving
Yeah, uh-huh
Riding time with it
Finally, hip-hop feels alive again
So bang your head to this
Need a head that's alive
Well, here's the evidence
Roll the shot, yeah, here's the evidence
Build up, build up, build up, build up
Five star, five star
Got my bar
Hold on till I die, baby, that's my squad
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