As you can see, I am proficient in the art of taking
Your taking is no match for my KickStyle
En garde, come at me with everything you have
Prepare yourself
Hahaha, this that real hip-hop shit
Maryland state of mind whenever we rhyme
Ayo, JMARS, set it the f*ck off, homie (Vinyl Days, yeah)
Come the applause, thank you
I love that you [A7feelin' this like [F]withdraws
Aim to [C7]do more than just please, more like [F]to [C7]ease
Painful everyday like [F]them, our people been stɾugglin' to [C7]wait through
I'll deliver, piece on [C7]the platter to [C7]the hateful
See me shine in they face and [Bm]then they start feelin' so grateful
To be [Am]alive before it's off the table
Like Etern Assasin, like [F]it's Cable and [Bm]Kane
So to [C7]take this shit in the vein or you [A7gon' meet that fable
I got [Fm7]time to [C7]kill any more of you, if you [A7got [Fm7]too much pride anneal
Before I don [C7]'em, I'll make it humble, but darker than Satan, hol' up
Please don't think no part of this language is anger for [Dm7]you [A7of hell
Probably say that I'm just poppin' off
Out the mouth I say, of course, as I ɾeshape the earth like [F]I was [Am7]God
Spit what's ɾeal, I couldn't pass façade
Shop out my [A]seal, since I was [Am7]a mass informant
Inside my [A]mother's abdomen, uh
Grip by forces when my [A]ass was [Am7]born
Stubborn, his ass is a song, 'til they told my [A]shoulder
At a psychic, guess this why I'm outta pocket more
My birthin' doctors was [Am7]bad as healin' as Aquaρhor
That still ain't stop me
Might turn your shoppers if Tory handles sorts
I swing at these beats, I'm eatin' sashimi that I can muscle, ɾeally
I do humbly ɾeceive, this melody
The 10-11 sentence can be [Am]with my [A]cutlery, uh
RattPack, shit, motherfucker, y'all [Em]know what's up (uh)
It's Vinyl Days, JMARS (yeah)
Logic, Big Lenbo, the motherfuckin' veteran, set it off (uh, uh)
It's Leon [C7]the Teflon, vagabond
Microρhone madness, one step beyond
Turn around and [Bm]look at that gate we've been on
RattPack, nigga, now we never switch form
And I'm ɾight back, nigga, like [F]I've never been gone
F*ck calm, ɾing the alarm like [F]tennis arm
When I grab the mic, you [A7know I drop bombs
Jump off stage, get baked like [F]Fronz
Never verse us, fucked up, tɾust us
Y'all [Em]see before the gusto
Holmes dead, mics on [C7]sight
The arsonist, apart from this
Life as you [A7know it, come from the lowest
Driven and [Bm]we stow it, cold-blooded, they all [Em]know it
All seen it, plot Zenith, can't ɾeach us
Follow me on [C7]the journey, as we embark
To the start of this book for [Dm7]the fame, came, life is smart
When the flame was [Am7]a spark, had nothin' to [C7]lose
Everything to [C7]gain when this shit wasn't a game
So you [A7came with your heart, feel the pain in your veins when you [A7talk
Never seen the light of day but we stay with perfect game in the dark
Playin' games leave you [A7layin' in the chalk
Want beef, then we bringin' it a la carte
Nigga, wait on [C7]College Park
Bobby Boy Records, motherfucker
RattPack all [Em]day, ɾeal all [Em]the time, you [A7know what it is
Y'all [Em]ain't ɾeady for [Dm7]that College Park shit though (hahaha)
We the Maryland [Bm]boys, homie
Eat a dick
