Evangelion

Ain't no warning, boy, left for fishing, you be my decoy This ain't plastic tough, all my rhymes hit like Smith & Wesson This the Shinji Ikari, you'll be wasted in the killin' zone All my hitters up, they don't bear no swastikas F*ck your deem and spoil your message I've been going through this passage Mama tellin' me I'm special Marco Polo on my ventures I’m an underachiever; konichiwa Rockin the patches Conscious like bees, building the hives Devour the catches I'll be on my Eva, the first unit to Strike the angel Armored, a flotilla, while these rappers Receive them facials BUFU gang be ballin', on hydroponic That Cali dro Hypin' with them winners, I be zonin' on That keef and reefer Ain't no warning, boy, left for fishing, you be my decoy This ain't plastic tough, all my rhymes hit like Smith & Wesson This the Shinji Ikari, you'll be wasted in the killin' zone All my hitters up, they don't bear no swastikas Below zero like a freezer, get the head right, Then I'll treat her Blowing up (Boom) like a creeper, all this Brain that brought my team up I'ma need a kilo to satisfy the beast Psilocybin Swanton Bombin' on these bitches, got the Makeup like Jeff Hardy Are you tired, homie, hardly, all this pain And psychopathy Blessed me with that ancient posse My mentor that nigga Hagrid Not fuckin' with benzos, all that fake and Fuckin' mumble shit I'll be on my calico like Biggie, and I spit the clip Ain't no warning, boy, left for fishing, you be my decoy This ain't plastic tough, all my rhymes hit like Smith & Wesson This the Shinji Ikari, you'll be wasted in the killin' zone All my hitters up, they don't bear no swastikas Found the key, for my inner peace (Yeah) This the new black Groupies with the baddest chicks Dick the new crack Hit her in the back, put a leash This bandana, Saint on the track, bitch gettin' No condolence Ain't goin' back, Yu-Gi-Oh, got some Booster packs Class notes burnin' in the video Police on my neck (Yeah) This a fact (Yeah), made a Pact (Ay) My legacy gon' be livin' for a Lightyear (Uh) Ain't no warning, boy, left for fishing, you be my decoy This ain't plastic tough, all my rhymes hit like Smith & Wesson This the Shinji Ikari, you'll be wasted in the killin' zone All my hitters up, they don't bear no swastikas