Desert Savage

Bass bleeds out of the stereo, bending whips down the block Godfather like Harry-O hear no evil, no talk See demons, tunnel vision, there's no light on your stop You can't get up in my circle, you're not hip to the hop Bass bleeds out of the stereo, bending whips down the block Godfather like Harry-O hear no evil, no talk See demons, tunnel vision, there's no light on your stop You can't get up in my circle, you're not hip to the hop Two pumps when I slide, smoke spilling out of the ride I'm burning pages with this ink pen hits, the paper and glides I'll take you back to the future, I'm so ahead of my time I got a pocket full of coins, that's a phone full of dimes Your boys are dropping them dimes, you're watching Speaking on Mine I'm a conqueror like Kang and now I'm taking what's mine This is God tier rap, flow my water to wine I got the game in a choke hold like I'm Royce in his prime It don't matter who's the mayor, I'm the voice of my town Real recognize, real we never seen you around Yeah I'm creeping through the trenches, snatching souls lost and found My boys are sniffing in the air, on your blood like them hounds When they speak about the boogeyman, I'm it like the clown I'll put that music to your ears and turn your frown upside down Grew up with lions and bears, so the zoo ain't nothing new to me Could put it to you pugily or put you in a eulogy Bass bleeds out of the stereo, bending whips down the block Godfather like Harry-O hear no evil, no talk See demons tunnel vision, there's no light on your stop You can't get up in my circle, you're not hip to the hop Bass bleeds out of the stereo, bending whips down the block Godfather like Harry-O hear no evil, no talk See demons tunnel vision, there's no light on your stop You can't get up in my circle, you're not hip to the hop Your facade is aesthetic and your position's pathetic Plus you stand on fake values, so them legs are prosthetic My mouth still leaking unleaded, my foe still being beheaded When they look for the greatest, we still usually suspected And we're still not relenting in the thick of the horde So if it's penance or repentance, death by lord of the sword We bring the hammer down like lightning strike with thunderous chords There's no contingent to us winning, we just drop and it blows Kings relinquish your thrones, I come for glory in stone A gladiator, Maximus, warrior to the bone You can swerve to any lane, but don't you step in my zone There's no cloth we're cut from steel, in the desert I roam That gun poetically on, I howl on tracks like a poem I'm still a wolf on the lone, it's just the night and my chrome I took the stroke of a genius, now I'm setting the tone It's M.I.C. the desert savage, 505 is the home Bass bleeds out of the stereo, bending whips down the block Godfather like Harry-O hear no evil, no talk See demons, tunnel vision, there's no light on your stop You can't get up in my circle, you're not hip to the hop Bass bleeds out of the stereo, bending whips down the block Godfather like Harry-O hear no evil, no talk See demons, tunnel vision, there's no light on your stop You can't get up in my circle, you're not hip to the hop Bass bleeds out of the stereo, bending whips down the block Godfather like Harry-O hear no evil, no talk See demons, tunnel vision, there's no light on your stop You can't get up in my circle, you're not hip to the hop