Ode to the Grime

Hey man, what happens when you give Wu-Tang to the kids? Wu-Tang? Yeah man Wu-Tang! What happens? Let's find out man Yeah yo listen to my conscious Yeah yo listen to my conscious I got this rap game in my back pocket It's mad max coming with the drop kick We steady only smokin on that strong shit This is ill rap listen to my conscious It's 2020 going stupid like I'm Urkle Im rapping circles 'round you fuckers it's a murder I'm Donnie Darko when I'm smokin shoutout Berner Yeah we some West Coast Cats Justin Turner I'm on the 10 East hotbox blasting Griselda I'm in my own mind I see gold and magenta My vision feelin foggy but I'm better than ever In a 4 door beamer with 2 bitches named Heather I'm on cloud 9 doing loops Yeah this comedown easy like a parachute I'm a Quincy with the aim like Uryu I told you I'm the illest this the fuckin proof I stay quiet when my OG's talk One day I'm finna make it I'm a boss We some 213 babies f*ck the cops If you ain't with me you against me you an opp I can kill your ego bitch I stand 10 toes It's Tony Ferguson with the moves elbows My soul's gold bitch I let that shit glow You stuck up in the past you gotta let it go I'm dodging souls slicing demons in the Temple of Boom I'm going Super Saiyan Kaioken out the blue I roll off got the cups turtle juice I'm rapping with this chip on my shoulder I don't lose