BDKMV

[Intro] Yeah I'm just saying, man... Don't call me... ever again You fucking cocksucker I'll fucking break your face, man You don't even know who you're fucking dealing with You stupid cocksucker... [Verse 1: Abib Jahleel] This how we percieve the changes If a nigga leave, he leaves the sanctum Or you could achieve the means for greatness Face it, you agreed to be the safest Can't advance at being basic Can't close all the books and read the pages Can't get on your knees and then pray to your god 'Til you take you a step now nigga face it In a phase of the moon Face it, I'm changing it soon Face it, I'm breaking the rules Face it, you fucker, who's fake? What the fuck did you think? That i wasn't gon' come for you too? What would you do? Faced with invasion of fools who relate to the hatred And soon you'll be caught in wave of the fuck boy shit Nigga fuck your shit I'mma wait for the tools Use all the tools in the box Whether you'll choose it or not I'mma get you niggas watch All the peas in the pod Like a moth to a flame Like a motherfucking fool to a flock Nigga youse in a box Ain't no screws on the lock Open that bitch and then go Listen I'm giving you hope Nigga you moving too slow Buck up and give it some go Fuck up get lit up and glow Get it? No I'mma go hard You are no God I'mma throw salt in the wound Make you know that you not what you thought you was Not that I thought that you could Nigga you can't Fuck with a nigga like me Niggas like me Ride for the cause And the niggas like you in a mourge With they motherfucking toes in a tag All you hoes in a bag Don't know what you had Dont know what you did See you fuck with the kid So I fuck with your lives And I warned you.... Don't fuck with my vibe And I warned you... Don't fuck with my vibe Don't fuck with my vibe [Verse 2: Alex Parker] VIBE! (laughter) ...Okay... Kicking knowledge out the Batcave Is that bat-brained nigga Parker Fat-frame specs on my black face No chain, home trained, home brewed legend Just as cocky as a nigga been in the game And gained some reverence Swear I'm special That much I can attest to Couple yards from a flunkie I can spit against you You'd do better with a pistol Flow shaky like a junkie Stump me? Ha! Every hater nigga all come 'round Just call Syleena Johnson Y'all All Falls Down Jenga! And I'm Django On a beat - A.D.D A.P.E. Has so much much thirst No amount of instrument can sate me Unsatiated, unchained, unleashed, and crazy Faded as, well, faded as hell Inhale... (ahhh) Exhale them blue whales Then send your heartbeat (I'll go) To the blue ocean 20/20 in my forward rear and side view My charm is disarming I'll slip and end up inside (YOUR MIND!) These are just some entry-level rhymes I'm just testin the waters I'll splash when I feel it's time All this madness that is in my mind? I got a mural in the making Gucci had Mozart on his dick But i got Frida Kahlo on my face A.P.! Like good hair and grapeseed Know the boy is nice on a laced beat Straight conceit, I concede PARKER Nigga, indeed! Sparker of midgrade to good weed! Tribal hair and Urkel lenses! Mucho Mango AZ's! Cooler than the AC! And I feel I'm colder than ever Never run with the missing part of the word 'unforgetta-' If you get it, know I went meta But I mean it like my last words Put it on my mama my hood, my set, and the pastor Lord let me die of laughter Forgive my stream of conscious I spit it like i feel it Every syllable is not just Nauseuous, voluminous bile built up In the contrived mind of a pissed off post-adolescent With a rhyme book and too much time Ny flow is acidic non-Newtonian viscous slime! Every nigga getting served! Take yo number, get in line! Hold yo plate out, use your manners! Say your "thank you", crack a smile! Grab your spoon, eat your poison! Wipe yo mouth, nigga die! WHO AM I?! [Outro]