Costa Rica REMIX

 

Motherfuckers acting like they know pain.

Left them all on pins and needles like Layne and Cobain.

Sending shivers down their spines like cold rain.

John bring the hard bops like Coltrane.

Spit the fuckin' fire like the furnace of a coal train.

Bitch, I'll burn this fuckin' game, better learn my fuckin' name.

Don't talk back, got no concern for false claims.

All you wack motherfuckers are the same.

They blame me for everything, I feel like Trump.

Whole squad run with me, they ask me "How high?" when I tell them to jump.

My new name Kratos, bitch, I am the God of War.

Told my girl stay close, she flashed me like Gardevoir.

All your shots missing, man, why act like Harden for?

No, bitch, I don't need your guidance, I got the Lord.

Rolling 9 deep on this track, wanna hear some more?

 

 

Gizzy got, this on lock.

This a bop, get the mop.

STOP! I'ma turn the Game up a Notch.

It's not Minecraft when I Break Down ya Block!

You ain't on Par, my Iron's hard to fight.

I Raise the Bar, then I Drop the Mic.

My songs are Fine Wine, I'd Watch the Price

Even my Cheap Shots might Cost a Life

Kids a GOAT, please. No we don’t need to know Sheep

Go see, little Bo Peep. It’s Staged if ya Throw C’s

till a Blood Rush, from the Nose Bleeds.

and Rolls Up wit the Smoke, in ya face like a Bogie!

If you want Beef, I'm the Pro-Teen/Protein

and I'm so Lean even when I'm on the Codeine

and I know we be the OG's (How's that?)

Cus everytime I kill a beat, they say Oh Jeez/OG's

 

 

All of you kids put respect on my shit,

I come to inspect when I put a deck on my wins

I protect all my friends deflection, no hits,

I'm the marines you a section of pricks,

D.T elections will end.

Duck when I’m starin ja way

Hey to the James when I glare into space,

fadin’ away when the camera haze,

get prepared for the maze, I see a bitch when I stare in ya face, YUH

 

 

Jesus Christ

U still wanna tease us? aight

I'm gon be like yeezus it'll be on site

Now I'm feeling nice like I'm outta France

I'm psychadelic put u in a trance

I'll Bobby shmurda make u do the dance

Make you ask me for another chance

Now I'm b b q feeling A one

Asking for a feature better pay some

Cause I kick you round like I'm Statham

And I slaughter beats just like I'm Jason

I'm thirty two two two when rap to you

Gotta savage flow hard to get into

Speeding up the flow to show you what i turn into

I got many new styles that I've been working thru

 

 

 

Look

Costa Rica Costa Rica

Mona Lisa hold ya feature

More than bitches More than pictures

More than ????

MAYBE I should come over there and just hold the visa (YESSIR)

Mode a ??? Mona Lisa

Maybe you should get the mode to peek

*cause its more than __ In a world of bitches*

Maybe i should hit your your shit and hold the creases ay (what?)

I hit your bitch thats my melody (melody)

Your bitch the key thats a melo v (melo v)

I got your bitch so they telling me

I kill the pussy and call it a felony

 

 

im packin' lethal emphatics,

doublin' the skill of my tracks, bitch.

elastic and static when it comes to rappin'

because that's basically basic me,

only way is up, that's the way i'm facin' G.

listen to the words, be prepared to

be amazed at the insane ways i use to entertain

because it's flyin' over ya head at double the speed.

you goin' line for line with me, you'll have to double the speed.

doubly doublin' like a double team, try twice as hard, you ain't hittin' me.

just cause i'm diggin' to find myself, You ain't pittin' me

i got my team, strongly fortified, you ain't tippin' me.

impersonate a perpetrator, percin' now, and hurt ya later.

pass my pen, murder paper, like a nerd with a-

razor sharp mind, paint and mark lines-

at ya head and neck, call that the walking dead. bitch.

 

 

Slick shit, spit till the wrist slit, vicious scriptures.

Witness a GOAT in his work, fuck around,

IMMA leave a whole hole in a shirt and a whole hoe in the dirt.

The pole is a burst, leave ya bro soul in a hearse.

Cold with a verse, you're a Joe Blow with the flow,

Slow with the serve. Had to glow since the birth.

If you poke at my nerves, make em fold on the curb,

with a throat full of load, I suppose it'll burn.

RAH

Something like Jay Z in his prime.

Its crazy they may think that I'm some other guy.

They better wait up, pussy boy meet ya maker,

They've been calling me a baker, now I start to get the cake up.

Might take a flight out to Jamaica, or Costa Rica.

It probably won't cost me either.

I know a brudda in the valleys making crops of reefer.

Blowing my brains like Cobain, just so I can con the reaper.