Lockdown

Ayo, I'm twisting the reefer Spitting the heat, ripping 'em speakers To pieces, see, I don't listen to Bieber My lyrics go deeper Give disbeliever visions of Jesus I piss on your record label deal My mission is to keep the breakfast table filled I wreck records with major skill Back off, pal, let me make a mil Amazing still, Ilkay's the illest Y'all better say for real Me, kicking facts Plus I got K.E on the track How lethal is that No special effects needed, Just steez and these raps That are hotter than steaming soup Brother, I be the truth In the gutter's where my demons rule Rappers sound like they ain't never seen a school Ahead of time, handling mine, dead my Competition, they'll never be fine Attack their minds with MK ultra Step inside my astral plane Crack a smile and laugh at pain The greatest man alive, I'm Cassius clay Still slanging crack n lye for cash and papes I wouldn't hesitate to slash ya face with a turkish razor the I L K A Y The only Turk that's major I got money in my pockets And I'm rolling down the street It ain't funny, what you want, kid All my homies are holding heat All you zombies have to face the lockdown Face the lockdown, face the lockdown I got it on lock, now I got money in my pockets And I'm rolling down the street It ain't funny, what you want, kid All my homies are holding heat All you zombies have to face the lockdown Face the lockdown, face the lockdown I got it on lock, now We're Back in quarantine My rap is sort of G-eometrically divine Mathematically precise I radiate enormous heat I came to slay the monstrous beast And you fuckers want no part of me Ayo I'm a rebel Against These rappers That babble trash Slap 'em with the back of the hand Baffle for fun The battle begun The level I'm on is beyond these Sellouts and bums The melody I'm on Is similar to the rapture of pun Ready 4 red rum? I deadly don And every one that stands between Me and whatever I want Get stabbed shattered and dumped My raps are dapper, clever, and stunning Similar to scientists in the lab measuring something You better be running I'm coming dumping, touching something Everything is everything But buster nothing's nothing So get ready for whatever I got money in my pockets And I'm rolling down the street It ain't funny, what you want, kid All my homies are holding heat All you zombies have to face the lockdown Face the lockdown, face the lockdown I got it on lock, now I got money in my pockets And I'm rolling down the street It ain't funny, what you want, kid All my homies are holding heat All you zombies have to face the lockdown Face the lockdown, face the lockdown I got it on lock, now