Blow you up like a rocket ft OFF...

MARSHELL

Yo, yo, the rap gang is here he put everyone

 

In fear, I got my knife while concept got the

 

Golden tier cuz we’re never backing down

 

From a fight tonight we best take out our

 

Scythe’s cuz this rap is only been done twice

 

Concept and I mix like sweet and sour and

 

Sooner or later he and I are going to be on top

 

Of the tower of all yall lazy rappers y'all need

 

To go talk to your masters and pray in church

 

With your pastors that we don't come for you

 

And your family and your sleep cuz all you

 

People do is cry and weep yall so weak every

 

Day of the week and yall creep “OOOO let

 

Me take a peak.” and if that’s what you seek

 

Concept and i are going to push you off a

 

Peek this is Offishall my boyz be shooting up

 

Your house with a missile give you bought a

 

Little drizzle come on people less get 20

 

Prompts on this BOYZZZZZZZ! Cuz me and

 

My boy “Get the mic we rock the mic right!”

 

This shit's tight but I’m not the type to steal a

 

Person wife but my father did do that then my

 

Mom left him just so we could test him to

 

Prove the best in him and my mom told me That he was dead I need that was a lie that's

 

What I said and that lead to the point I had to

 

Go to foster care and I barely get to see

 

Her ever again I'm like wake up and smell the

 

Roses Amorey the world is not just pockets

 

And Posies how could this come between us

 

I felt that nobody needs us be walking around

 

With my raggedy Adidas and my father’s

 

Home they beat us but they will never defeat

 

Us yo I’m crying rn cuz this is my true story my real name's amorey

 

And I have a sister named anais

 

I feel like I’m she always forgetting about me

 

She'll even know my face

 

Cuz I need all y'all to feel what

 

I'm going through seeing what I see you're not a player don't hate down on me

 

Wait a minute now New Jersey what I thought it would be, take a short walk with me yo

 

CONCEPT

Stepped off the side of a cliff and plummet

 

Off the edge right when I reach the summit

 

When I’m dead y’all better sound your trumpets

 

Sick in the stomach when I kick the bucket

 

MARSHELL in the room so y’all get quiet

 

Keeping' peace like the police better cause no riots

 

We the highest yeah we done change the climates

 

Ask the pilot that we done killed in private.

 

Pull a knife out of my back pocket

 

Pull your eyes right out of the sockets

 

Y’all watch it this better make a profit

 

Mess with me? I’ll blow you up like a rocket

 

I come at the moment that bass trickle in

 

Put yo head in the bucket that they put nickels in

 

Y’all be laughin’ at me. What you ticklish?

 

When I’m on the mic I deliver like Saint Nicholas.

 

This shit’s cold. I’ve been told to Rick Roll

 

Everybody’s kinfolk. When I write, the pen smokes

 

I’m Midas I tag people with gold

 

And bullets too. I spray at them tenfold.

 

I’ll end now. I’ll finish not joking

 

Watch out cos’ I’ll kill y’all by choking

 

Y’all to death. So y’all will be groping

 

At yo necks for a breath . Yo throat’s closed.