Capers (feat. Johan)

Johan and I pull up you get slayed I look just like wade With the fuckin blade Johan stands in place He’s real far away Hit you with that aim But I’m in ya space B-kick to the face You rappers is lames You can’t keep our pace Take that shit away I only got a couple capers left in me And only got a couple papers left with me Do you want me to roll up, right now, right now? Or do you wanna match me, on the next round? On the next round Smoke clouds look like motherfucking amazons Sending shots until the ammo gone Speak in codes, painted tags look like anagrams Wheeling past gripping handle bars If you're digital I'm analogue Still writing paragraphs, verses look like letters writ to Santa Claus I got verses in the panic room Locked inside the vault behind the dragon guard Behind the dragon claws, dragon jaws Hotter than July-June Front? I wouldn't try to Why you gotta try me? Jumping up like Mike do Kicking it like Ryu Right foot like kung fu That left foot go dumb too I'm raging like primal I'm Over Watching all these people putting up with dumbness F*ck that bum shit, my shit dumber than one two six It's easy - I got that skunk getting lit Fresh like trust fund kids It bang like drum kit kicks Hit like the pump going *tssss* I only got a couple capers left in me And only got a couple papers left with me Do you want me to roll up, right now, right now? Or do you wanna match me, on the next round? On the next round Watching you tryna match with us, like watching you tryna rap with us Guaranteed we’re gonna laugh at ya, ya looking like you was an amateur I remember when Johan would pull up in the mini-van, I’d hop in passenger Esrom’s sitting in the back a 40 in his lap, rolling herbal like lavender Feelin like I was invincible Improve the placement of syllables Just tryna make this profitable But you’ll get the horns if you hit the bull They’re hungry for something that real fuckin substance so all of you bullshit can’t fill them bro But all of these rappers so focused on views, want some light so they act Dr. Phil-able I’m in they heads I’m Elon with the Neuralink Spread my gospel, controlling how you’re to think Then the people surround me say you’re the king Obey me when I tell them to murder things Then I kill all my masters, erase the past Give the people a new database of facts Say I am the one, I’ve always been the one And there never will be thoughts of changing that Tell them Imma protect them from enemies, and I’m bringing our people to space and back Planet Earth's gonna need an embassy, picking carefully who’s showing face in that The women caressing me gently, they roll up my blunts and I’m facing that I’m making universal chedda cheese, planetary pirate with amazing stacks