Drones and Rockets

I'm droppin' like a comet, that can destroy a whole continent

These Haters can't move me off my square, like a Monolith

Why should I listen to you, when your not prominent?

I know I'm the goat, even if no one acknowledges it.

These faggots nowadays, got our rap game in bondage

Just be throwing out Cap, like they just graduated college

My mind is a tool, more advanced than robotics

Dropping bombs over heads like drones and rockets

 

Man we're still in it despite the constant pressure

Strategic game cold as draught we are known for checkers

Like Lord Finesse I take you to the 'Da Graveyard'

And hand you the L in a first aid box

Your fingers from a nail shop, mine are cause I blaze crops

You'll never gain props cause you always make flops

Oh he bled a lil now his mom's pad's his safeguard

Excused fear to take shots then based somebody's great start

Off of a race card, can't see you on my radar

Not even close to being far away either way far

No matter your status you're in everybody's radius

There's sadists that will leave you layin in Vegas like the Greatest

For the disrespect you paid 'em, Smile Now Cry Later

Dial down it's in your favor or in other case prepare for A spiritual break up

Piercing bitches like tickets, we ain't on the same bus

Haters never cross our mind we've got our game plus

 

I'm droppin' like a comet, that can destroy a whole continent

These Haters can't move me off my square, like a Monolith

Why should I listen to you, when your not prominent?

I know I'm the goat, even if no one acknowledges it.

These faggots nowadays, got our rap game in bondage

Throwing out Cap, like they just graduated college

My mind is a tool, more advanced than robotics

Dropping bombs over heads like drones and rockets

 

Most these rappers really deserve an Oscar

I will murder every man, that's signed on ya Roster

Trill be eating rock lobster and pasta

With the mobsters, and I son them, Biological father

With the street ideology of a Vatican Scholar

Using Rapid Rottweilers, watching the Night crawler's

Neo-Arno got the chopper, hanging out an Impala

And GK won't accept a mission, that's not impossible

Im hitting the throttle and the bars are colossal

I'm The God King, I'll break you down into a Molecule

Pussys get waxed, like Kim K's follicle's

I'll slap ya sandy cheeks and leave you on bikini bottom

Beam right between the eyes, as soon as we spot em'

But Not like Zebra, more of a desert eagle

I got a Glock 19, that I nicknamed barely legal

Sometimes my thoughts are scary evil

Like the pilgrims, when they know, there carrying measles

The picture was painted, but I buried the easel

Me and Neo feeding bars, like fries to seagulls

Now That one might go right over ya head

You might wake up, with my drone flying over ya head

I'm the type to drop bombs, that'll leave everybody dead.

Silent like Charlie Chaplin, but you heard what I said

Silent like Charlie Chaplin, but you heard what I said

 

I'm droppin' like a comet, that can destroy a whole continent

These Haters can't move me off my square, like a Monolith

Why should I listen to you, when your not prominent?

I know I'm the goat, even if no one acknowledges it.

These faggots nowadays, got our rap game in bondage

Throwing out Cap, like they just graduated college

My mind is a tool, more advanced than robotics

Dropping bombs over heads like drones and rockets

 

Clean and spotless dressed for success, steps ahead of the rest keep depositing them checks

Believe in the process and neva deviate from the offense, how these goals got accomplished

Then toke up and locate out the projects, money bulked up, honies hulked out

I got the tools out, ya'll got your runnin shoes out... ya'll ain't ready for a shootout

I'm hot, Cinder… like Lou Al, hellfire hook shots erupting your luau

Cold blooded killers prowling on the loose wild, growling

Howling... channeling Wyld Stallyns, I'm here to turn down ya volume

In position listening for that exact minute where nobody knows your missing

So nobody comes to visit, Chris Dudley cigarette in my hand, blow bud that's enhanced

Flow so technology advanced cause I'm possessed with the soul of the Son of Sam

 

My mind is a tool, more advanced than robotics

Dropping knowledge over heads like drones and rockets

Why should I listen to you, when your not prominent?

I know I'm the goat, even if no one acknowledges it.

My mind is a tool, more advanced than robotics

Dropping knowledge over heads like drones and rockets

Why should I listen to you, when your not prominent?

I know I'm the goat, even if no one acknowledges it.