Set It Off
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Between two lips i'll be where the tulip is
too legit i might need to tutor this
even though i'm new to this
counter this intuitive
got the crudest vest, pool infest
full of rap lucratives, i might need a sushi zest......
Hey silly man, im more than a mili grand
getting sticky hand on a mini van
with pretty fan getting chilly stan
pray for you like billy graham
pulling puts out of a crummy man
i can do what money can
synonyms on a sinner man
This aint race what you torque in a bout
you aint gang you ride out
bang bang when the cops out
wu tang at the backdrop
clique clack when the pops out
cie la vie let it be
who dem badmon, bet i be
you aint godman, avie marie
you aint got guns for shooting spree
praaaaa
Rap Game M.I.A bout' to Set It Off!
Judy Judy Ba Boody
No Mana Mana Bo Bana
Fe fi fa foe foodie
No Mana Mana got goodie
Judy Judy Ba Boody
No Mana Mana Bo Bana
Bleh! (Look) Now Set It Off!
Bleh! (Look) Now Set It Off!
Bleh! (Look) Now Set It Off!
Hol' On.
Hol' On.
Ya'll be spewing peppermint to stay relevant
Ya'll aint melanin its Evident
The Cognitive Dissonance,
It's plain your ignorant
I fly among the Pelican
Like a Color Palette Can
Paint the image that i pen.
I be swervin on mine
I wash my utencils
My pen and my pencil
Ya'll write on stencils
My influenzas on my medic expenses
Who'd expect a kid from Shillong
making these baller songs.
Im balling like Iverson
you on the Court Side along these benches
Im picking up picket fences
Like CB canceling Cancers
I write these stanzas like answers
While im mastering masters
Like the road to Damascus
Might even pastor this
Oh! I take my steady pace
Now call it a vivid concensus
Rap Game MIA
bout' to Set It Off
Set It Off!
You know that I've been that bitch, stone cold like medusa
W U S S puss, you ain't Doja
Mumble you bitch don't speak when I'm closer
Set the bomb off, ambush like a soulja uh
I mean i told cha
Of no note, you could never be major
The bigger me I rather be, the best of them don't rattle me, my bar up like my battery lit
Tell me who these ops?
Put my track on top
I'm the bar chart that the graph can't plot
Levels to infinite, you can't measure my spot
Lil bitch what you wanna be k dot, uh huh?
You ain't never been that shit ,stop
It's hip-hop bitch i don't do tiktok
Big boss you can call me Rick Ross
Trigger on the gun you done
Ima set it off ,blow it off ,top speed
Flames to the ether
Blows to the brain , the remains no features
Hand on the cleaver
Smoke me a reefer
Industry plant, but they call me the reaper
It's odd that you thought that I'm even to these thots
Now I'm leaving the speaking with this bob
Or a headshot like Sidney Prescot
You ain't never been that top breed
On bars now they wanna cop these
When I'm sober the lows won't stop me
If you wanna get high , then pop these
The knife is a keeper
Blood on my sneakers
Now what's the procedure ?
He wants to know my body count, but he don't he on it while jot these