The Midwinter

Rem: “I heard what you told Delano. It’s complete lies.” Jai: “Is it, now?” Rem: “Yes. You’ve just now contextualized your life’s problems. Now, you’re gonna get to work solving them. Get moving, or you’re better off dead.” Jai: "...Cool." [Verse: No Idols] I woke up in a coffin, my nigga, fuck a Bugatti Fresh up out a coma, My lyrics from literati Your words are sloppy, c-c-choppy flow like Karate I'm a beast, I will eat all these rappers up like pastrami Tell another rapper he better pick up a hobby I'll steal me a Maserati and drive it straight the lobby (Like where Yeezy at) Have a bottle of Saki, hike it up to Milwaukee Find a bitch in Wisconsin to bomb like Nagasaki, I promise Make me turn this "hard nigga" into a bitch I'll get Charon to toss him into the river Styx You got a problem with me?, well then here's a list Suck a dick, suck a dick and suck a dick All of you mad cause I'm coasting in first class If you don't like what I'm saying, then fucker, come kiss my ass Cause it's all about me, like gravitational mass And I'm over you niggas, keep up with the forecast [Hook: No Idols] Been in the dark for a minute, Fuck what you rappers talk about Never could you mimic the input that I'm putting out I'm fly, homie, y'all are not worthy I'm straight A's, y'all got C's, I got Scurvy And that's all (My niggas), All (My niggas) I drop jaws, Y'all drop faces on twitter We in LA, I'm straight Lakers, y'all clippers This the new generation, we cold like midwinter [Verse Two: XP] Groovie Gang nigga ya'll tendencies is to copy Punch him square in the eye I ain't talking Illuminati Fuck that old flow we cut em like Kawasaki's For niggas who got drive we bringing out Maserati's I'm seeing the future while linking us to the past Obama loses his mind and the stock market crashes Missiles at Korea over petty Sony attacks And Groovie Gang at the top of the charts at last Asshole, look out for Asshole Blatant product placement, look out for Asshole And Travis next project, yeah, that's Fast Forward For niggas in denial fall back like ab rolls Lines over they heads like toupees With my hand's vivid images, that's how you fingers paint I make change outta niggas to show that they two faced At the head of my class all X's fuck grade A [Hook: XP & No Idols] (This verse is crazy bruh) [Verse Three: No Idols] I'll give you four warnings, first off is a forewarning You better take off like you're hearing a fore warning Scratch that, take off like a G5 that's roaring I'ma dream chaser, y'all rappers is just snoring The second warning comes as the price of the first, kicker You rappers know I'm sicker than sickle cell victims Well, Bitch, you think you spit it well like 2Pac resurrected Just know these bars harder than white kids getting neglected I ain't saying that your girl is a ho And if you claiming as my homie, then I that you should (Right?) I'm just saying, man, if your girl's pussy had a password Then, that shit'll be password That was the third, the fourth is coming up this round I'll force choke a rapper 'till he makes a new sound Tree niggas, Just breathing with no focus So for that, man, I'll put a car through you, Roger Rodas [Hook]