The Booth

[Verse 1] Dnter the booth, soundproof could not contain what I spit I never claim to walk around with a flame on my hip I got a notebook that’s filled like a Mac 11 clip So test me I’ll take you on a lyrical trip Yhrough the sands in the mind of Blacastan Disassemble bombs, like hurt locker teams in Pakistan Urban Embassy invades the minds of our enemies Perfect chemistry over throwing the industry Real cats snatch it off the shelves in stores While fights breakout at merch tables on tours Fans swing fist over, t-shirts and disc I never thought it was poss to get love like this I’m on the sofa my HD clearer than real life I’m sober my third eye clearer than real ice 55 AMG spinning with the Armor All I’m catching Jumu’ah especially when it’s Ramadan I get cake, they say I’m off of my deen Cause the bags with the stamps cause niggas to lean Packs get flipped, bitch niggas wings get clipped So, whats new Chumzilla new version of Clue You know how we do, pitch crack in front of the school I came home with an X on my name Flexing my chain, finessing the game ’96 mind frame it’s still the same, we still gonna body the game When I go, my niggas throw doe in the casket Bury me with mine, nigga I’m a filthy bastard Salute me, 21 guns squeeze the ratchet Police celebrating, like they buried the hatchet NIGGA