I count my weapons 'fore I count my blessings
Feeling effervescent the pressure lessens with every second
With no confessions untimely endings were never measured
You lust for pleasure I lust for texture the coil stretches
The world is sure to burn
Live and learn capture vibes
Mastered mine masterminds
Acid rapture skies
Thank god he knows me
Rode in on a cozy pony all black
Ms. Mary Mac stash the macaroni
High percentage shoot 'em on sight
Why should I prevent it? We do it all night
You can't choose to be a fool all your life
The story's yet to change
The glory came in checks and chains
Don't blame the game maintain your lane
And they'll respect the name, I stay consistent
Relay the rhythm 'fore the laser hit them a great redemption
I'm Jack Dempsey in a session
You can't deflect it
No defense mechanisms were formed against me
You know it's heavy pull the levee, or the semi
Whatever's clever when it's time to pop
The mind of God
Just acknowledge when I'm dropping bombs right on the spot
Then left quick with no hesitation
The world was waiting only then will you be labeled dangerous
I'm Wuzee

We got some raps in this bitch
Rap, we got some raps in this bitch
Rap, we got some raps in this bitch
Rap, we got some raps in this bitch

It's Dix
Fuck that only people shit I'm Venson is my children
Jump back I'll bring your essence to fulfillment
And fuck rap that's why I don't even mess with niggas less than if I'm building
Plus half these niggas desperate I can feel it
Get dunce capped for jumpin in a circle
One rap will dump you on the pergo
Bust tracks and jump 'em like a hurdle
You ain't fuckin with the verbal
When I'm bustin in the journal
Leave you puzzled and disgusted
How the fuck I get this thorough, huh?
Who hard as the Rock of Gibraltar
Who comes from the long line of the sharpest smartest artist God could've conjured
Who got smarts who's on the top for the prophets in honor
Allow me to stop you and shoot some bars to unlock any chakra
I'm on top of an altar
Sharper katana in my palm
Talkin to God with your head on a block Talk, I'm a chop ya
Spit it dopely as the big homie
Quick show me Dix won't be whipped
Don't be slick phony bitch blow me
Miss quote me you a bit dopey
This only gets me more pissed, Wodie
Quit Holy shit, don't be
Dense, nigga you stumbled upon a phenom
Dumbin out on the beat with more substance for y'all to feed on

Yo, we got some raps in this bitch
We got some raps in this bitch
We got some raps in this bitch
Yo, we got some raps in this bitch

I melt the sky with this
Wallaby fly re-watchin Iron Fist
Confidence, swell to my eyes
We strive to rhyme again
The kind of friends you might need arrive
With some time to spare ride the wind
You might be alive but then you might be dead
It's stifling
My vision weighs way more than a ton
It brought you life again
You still wanted life with the drugs
That's not the price of it
Bumpin Sean Price in the truck
She popped the Vicodin
I told her she could ride in the trunk
That's for the zombie kids
Not about no drama over common sense
Lock it in quick to give him props If he dropped a gem
God could win it's always for the love and memories made
The Hennessy taste, I'll remember them days
Eighth grade I took a blunt to the face and walked a hundred blocks
It's another plot another notch for my entourage to scarf it down
Food and water got you super awkward
We move enormous in the forest who have you been warning?
This supposed to rattle heads, saddle then I gallivant
Unravel gems I'm breaking bread with the common man
To higher self the kind of wealth that you won't find in hell
I'm rhyming well perfect timing then I'm gliding out.
It's Wuzee

We got some raps in this bitch
Rap, rap, we got some raps in this bitch
Rap, rap, we got some raps in this bitch
Rap, rap, we got some raps in this bitch

Ayo, think again, back to the stop where we begin
I achy lens watching I write life through my lens
Fight for my Timbs 10s
Whatever I write this verse nice
For you to think twice
Hiccup got a car to pick up
Feelin sicker, a shot of liquor
Like a bitch click ticker
Whatever ride I'm with her whatever hide I split ya
Serve you like sizzlers, it's the Illah
The kid like figures but not doin life for my nigga
I be on Atlanta handlin biz
You fake like the Wiz
Detroit city I walk past bodies it's gritty
Word up gave a fist bump lit the perp up
Took another shot before I earthed up
Peace to Illah Dayz streets Word up
Minor times hurtin us like you came back and cursed us
I might crush you in the verses
Put you in the nurses

We got some raps in this bitch, rap, rap
We got some raps in this bitch rap rap
We got some raps in this bitch yeah
We got some raps in this bitch, yeah, cool
We got some raps in this bitch, rap, rap
We got some raps in this bitch rap rap
We got some raps in this bitch yeah
We got some raps in this bitch, yeah, cool

Rap, We got some raps in this bitch rap rap
We got some raps in this bitch yeah
We got some raps in this bitch, yeah
Got some raps in this bitch