MAGNUM E

Aniksonish motherfucker Last Century will accompany you. Have a nice trip Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah You know what It is Yeah, yeah, yeah Let's go What? Blastin' to the mind, what you buyin' is a Sign of a hater Got a nigga jumpin' out The crater I will inflict the pain, Then I just lit the flame Then I just Lift your frame straight out your body, nigga What, What, what you gonna do about it? From Southside Queens, they always Suicidal I pull The Bible, hit 'em with the verses This is For the first nationals, we the first rappers To Make niggas slam in a mosh pit Baldhead niggas On some wack shit Pick, pick, pick, pick 'em up They said the Crowd was dead, so we lit it up Suicidal I'm The authentic, you know it's these Syllables can't gonna take miracles I ain't too Cynical, niggas unequivocal Keep my pen game, You ain't even that clinical Art is too lyrical, The bars are too biblical Y'all motherfuckers Pitiful, start to get rid you Niggas know we Are ill, so we ain't half original Niggas been Unkillable since they cut up by a filler When There, niggas is literally invisible Everything Permissible, sticky is unpredictable All shouldn't even be invisible Silly with the Cinema, nigga, you're contradictional And you so Typical, see into my peripheral Niggas, You don't like me, don't need to keep The Feeling's reciprocal, rap'll concern physical Make Your life belittled, nigga, I will kill you Fuck Being political, do the unforgivable 'Cause your Life's short, nigga, no subliminal Pick, pick, pick, pick 'em up They said the Crowd was dead They said the crowd was dead They said the crowd was dead Pick, Pick 'em up They said the crowd was Dead