Triple Helix (feat. Frankie Pulitzer)
CZARFACE
Now, I'll start the engine
Wait
You got some balls on you thinking you can rhyme or something
I've been the baddest with status since 1990-something
Terrifying sights up inside the dungeon
Where their payscale is weighed in chain mail
Medieval technique, I'm the one they let speak
Face Puller schemin' on your dreams, you in REM sleep
(And with our music CZAR) yeah, they gets deep
Swamp thing doing his thing for fresh meat
Kill the kumite, maybe do what Buddha say
You ain't living what you rapping when you say that Uzi spray
Underground like UGK
In the lab, I assemble stems like a new bouquet, you drooling like a Bouvier
That's a type of dog breed, you ain't gotta Google, hey
You rapping for a plaque but your only plaque's tooth decay
Make some fuckin' noise out there
Yo, Eso, yo, Eso, fuck you
Yo, Eso, yo, Eso, fuck you
Been in the game since like '93
Ayo, I rock a pair of Tatums like Jayson and Channing
You wanna verse, you gotta pay tons like Pritchard and Manning
Yo, check it, I open fire like pissin' with the seat up
I beat up a beat, technically I should be getting T'd up
With the Flagrant 2, breakin' you down, yeah, it's the lead up
To a Big Friendly Giant that has Roald Dahl his weed up
You tryna speed up while I'm lounging with my feet up
I could have said a thousand things but I'm Sam Housin' things
From downtown where you front like you got money
Valet the drop money but you got that drive around and look for a spot, money
That's how you spin the block
You ain't got the shit that's hot, it ain't 'cause you missed the drop, dummy
Be careful who you follow
Fuck around and paint yourself in the corner like Frida Kahlo
I speak with bravado when your chief can't perfect it
Making half-time adjustments like they mixing Nas record
Yo, do you know how early you gotta wake up if you're gonna bag bitches at John J and then hit a matinee afterward
(Check it out)
Yo, Mat McConaughey, check my reign of fire
Deck, he ain't retire, still headlining the flyer
Livewire, used to be a red top supplier?
I twist heads like they got they dreadlocks tied up
Line 'em up, everybody get it when they get going
Big motion that'll lift you out your Rick Owens
You know they laced the drinks, I ain't sip the potion
I'm known to rip it open with the big explosion
Listen closely, I ain't got no time left
Eyes set on whatever treasure I find next
INS, Grand Exalted, Your Highness
Highly blessed, crushing Kush, you on a signed check
I celebrate the score like T-O
Green lights telling me I'm good to G-O
FACECZAR barred up like a C-O
The way I violate 'em, it's like facing the P-O
So- don't escape
Okay, Deck
Yeah, man, but, uhm