Robust

[Intro] Apologies for the tirade that I went on on the last song. That ain't for everybody, that shit's for like the few motherfuckers, you know what I'm saying? Like, you know, you know. You got your little [?] that are hard to exterminate. But that's okay, I got some raid over here, I got black flag over now. Punk ass bitch. So you just bring your ass along, I got something for your ass. But now, right now, we gon' have some fun with some ill shit. Cause I'm that ill dude, Diesel. For my peoples. Let's go. Yeah [Verse 1] Sir Diesel, night to the folk table Bump haters who on payroll Know they gone, stay rope Dance to that, tailgating and get shook hard Put my soul inside, you know it's good heart Fuck the phantoms, they can't swim Funk apples from outer space, we slamming Down your neck bone, rep for the throne, that's mine Only a personal goal that bursts through your soul Whole anatomy, move to the calamity Agi tragedy persist upon the faculty of backwards beats Trying to chase the trail wagon Chase their trail wagon, circular Worst of all tried to bag on me while I bask the beat Flow hard, smooth transition like a sports car Relax, ghetto barbarian is in Pepe Le Pew can't do what I did [Hook] So robust, flows I disgust No one told us, I know this shit scrub [Verse 2] Delta time catch swollen sideburns, been order I don't feel mad fooled, disclosure Diesel, hold your tongue or face apathy Cast iron faculty, bag down debauchery and depravity Our cake flows, they wave at me Prove they got ADD, they ain't fading me Fuck nostalgia, we doing it right now Convos fly around, lights out, quiet sound Yup, quiet sounds, freak the oxymorons In the proximity, then I toss the chorus on You boring, pa, let me freak the foundation Twist it with some futuristic flavor, leave the ground shaking Oh yo, don't try to fandangle I eat 'em up like a bagel, hold the mayo Don't say no, take this shit like a man Hyper activity mode, remote control the gym [Hook] [Outro]