The Baby of Rosemary's Baby

[Intro] It's Darky baby Blotter Babyy, two Y's Fleezus Christ Dead Dibiase Deady Guerrero Aka I am not the father Cause she a swallower... [Verse 1: Meechy Darko] You can't stand us, music make you wanna vomit But I'm laughing at you, cause my future is promised Bout to up the tax bracket, no more poor people problems No more roaches and rats, no more work for my momma No fake hugs and daps, only real niggas around us No more living in hades, my thoughts are no longer cloudy No four fifth in that gauge, no weapon shall ever prosper The pain leaks from my pen, I over jot things around me Too bad that shit I just named, are still things in my surroundings Came to be friends, fuck a friend Nigga even your friends will doubt you That is until you prosper, leap over every obstacle By then you'll be so far ahead they can't even reach out to ya' I still got the same number, I just rather ignore ya' Coldblooded, R.I.P. Rick James my nigga true story And it's God bless the dead moment of silence for em' [Hook] (x2) These nightmares fucking up my sleeping habits All this pussy fucking up my brand new mattress Zombie Gang flipped the game on its axis This here practice, my flow classic like premo scratches [Verse 2: Meechy Darko] Look at life, look at death almost share the same face Look at failure, look at success, you fall and fly with the same grace Grab that mirror look at yourself, embrace the flaws that may stay Lick a shot for those who paved the way Big-Big Poppa got shot for me If that's the game then psychedelics showed them They could levitate, if they just used they thoughts Develop methods so my presence can flow through many dimensions, Precious Gems I'm drooling on the track, like a bullmastiff I'm extracting peyote from a cactus While eating a mushroom sandwich Ashes on my fabric from the last spliff, damn it No gimmick, no alterimage, I said it, did it Niggas wanna be it, cause I am it Fuck a rap uniform and I don't need to pen it To boost my image, who is you kidding My ego, probably already the biggest Megalomania, I have ascended I’m like if Pac and Kanye got spliced and blended Imagine shooting up a cops, and fender benders A word bender, spit game im elemental What's on your mental? It don't matter, you brain matter splatter Backseat of the Benzo My pen drip murder ink, no Irving Lorenzo Nigga, roll the extendos Meech got that best flow You see the temple, OG of tempo Treat it like pistol finger and let blow [Hook] (x2) [Outbreak] All black fashion me and my gat matching (nigga) Christ ain't have this much passion (nigga) Puff puff, no i ain't passin