Aye man, I thought I'd hit you up bruh
Cause I been hearing some things
I done heard you got signed and you doing all these numbers
You know how it is, we both lil Easter boys
So I felt like I had to hit you up playa
Let me hold a lil sumn
Look man, I know I jacked you up when you was like 11 or sumn
But I still got them shoes I took from you
You can have them back, I ain't even worn them
Brand new
Ladies and gentlemen, maderanged
Hocus pocus, I demonstrate considerable focus
I polished these vocals, I tamed these sentence structures and nouns
And controlled their vote to announce that your expiration is now
Demonstrate to a label, I need that advance now
Maderanged, my performance do meditate with the crowd
The benefactor of bending these homonym with your mouth
The Bleak EP been known to put bitch MCs in the ground
40 minute duration that put my life in your house
This my victory lap, this my realm of belief
This is Moses creating sand from the depths of the sea
Four controllers, I play with both hands and defeat
Y'all niggas choke it, I hit Bryon Russel with crossover
Game 6 moment, I meditate when the shot broken
I'm in Shaq mode when the block spinning on me
And if this album don't blow, we back to hunting for gold
You better pray to your god that your shit don't shine or glow
My blood was robbers and killer folk
Do flowers grow when the summer's cold
My kinfolk got my labors on (repeat)
My blood was robbers and killer folk
Do flowers grow when the summer's cold
My kinfolk got my labors on (repeat)
To protect the sheep, you gotta catch the wolf
And it takes a wolf to catch a wolf, you understand?
I was getting my ass kicked
And you did what you had to do, right?
I was a jit with the boogeyman on my hip
We scribbled down manifesto, the sermon was eat the rich
Lil easter baby, the hand-me-downs and the busted up kicks
Them Jordans looked a lil funny, the logo was doing splits uh
If I die 'fore I wake, let me stunt one more time
King Kong sat well til he met Denzel
Sour face sour face (sour face), bad milk
Scrunch your face when the record spin, spitting sickening synonym
Serving salt with the sibilance, suffering succotash
I could box with Tyson in Timberlands
Tell your service I'm hymn again
(Like a sabbath on Saturday)
Bow your head when I'm singing in
Microphone, radio, base of pyramid, record store
Basement recording studio, Internet, Kim Kardashian background video
I was humming when they was going in (are you serious?)
Defecate readily, government building
Monument, citadel, better hide your women and mistresses
Mad gon hump on your relatives, subwoof memorial services
Decibel limiting, competition living in fear of it
Microphone syphilis, probably sicken opponent cowardice
Cower and shivering, shirt with momma's spaghetti vomited
You ain't fit to fumble the pen in my recording den
I might run away with the torch, tell 'em maderanged is a myth agh
Oh you motherfuckers, okay
Alright, huh
You think you can do this to me?
I'm the man up in this piece
Yeah, that's right, you better walk away
King Kong ain't got shit on me
I was a jit with the boogeyman on my hip
We scribbled down manifesto, the sermon was eat the rich
Lil easter baby, the hand-me-downs and the busted up kicks
Them Jordans looked a lil funny, the logo was doing splits uh
If I die 'fore I wake, let me stunt one more time
King Kong sat well til he met Denzel