On & On

[Verse 1] Ayo, its Jimi Priceless coming back to rap again No con artist, I commit arson upon you matchstick men It’s a numbers game, every project I drop a perfect ten I am in the building, and you tenants better pay the rent Or I gotta kick you out like shoes after a long day Kicking my feet up, thinking up lyrics in the enclave Walking barefoot through my mind’s hallways Eating up the beat, no entree Straight to the main course, no patience Bitches sticking tongues out, no laces I’m fly, matter fact, I’m so spaceship Good Friday the thirteenth, no Jason Bitch, I’m the man of your dreams, I’m Freddy Kruger Oh you a mother hen, but you can still get this rooster Riding on the beat, I’m an instrumental cruiser Comeback kid, it’s the revenge of the loser I make the beat come back, bass hitting Bitch, it got you fucked up like a rape victim I won’t give you the finger, I’m straight fisting Don’t shut the fuck up, I will fill your mouth with eight children She ate children, filial cannibal Ya’ll old news, like bible parables They tryna stand up against me, it’s laughable Put the trash acts in trash bags, I gladly will I am the main attraction, I’m who you come to see Writing lyrical mazes on pages so amazingly My flows are grade A, you better stop your hating, B Yeah she came with you, but she came for me Money over bitches, both those under a good woman I’m tryna find my villainess, yes I’m a super villain We gon’ take over the whole universe, God willing And when we’re bored with it, we will leave it to our children [Verse 2] The flow goes on and on and on I’m busy eating beats, you can enjoy your Ramadan No disrespect, Amen, Lichaim, Walaikum Salam This that godfather flow and you’re fuckin with a don So you can kiss my ass or you can kiss the ring But you know what it’s gonna be because I don’t wear jewellery God flow, tryna get communion at the brewery These dogs chasing cats, they need to stop all that Tom-foolery They gotta get their damn minds right Should be looking forward, but all the got is hindsight I see the greatest in the mirror, great eyesight Like Cyclops, an icon, feast your eyes on my might So all of my rhyme schemes are so lethal I’m King Kong on Animal Farm, I’m no equal Hit the beat with brass knuckles, think I’m William Regal Tryna plant money trees, the root of all evil So, I’ma need some holy water to bless it And a couple white virgins, that vanilla essence Want that white money, but I want coloureds to get it If you scared motherfucker, then you better see a reverend If you’re weak of heart, do not try me I do as I wilt, now come try to crucify me Hard to pin me to a cross when I got God behind me Hard to swallow religion when I got God inside me Jimi Priceless, chile I voodoo this Try to shoot me down, I’m spitting silver bullets Seeing black, white and red so fuck the bullshit Leaving demons speechless like, er, Lucif If I’m a devil, then I must be King Cantona Flying kicking raps, celebrating with my collar up Hot head, my temper flares and I think it’s hot enough But I’ma stop beating these bitches, I think they’ve got enough