Wings Up
Motherfucker Wings Up
Wings Up
Revenge is like a bowl of dry ice

I died twice
Climbed right under the shallow grave
To find Christ, to find life
In Millisects, my killer set

For the Brownsville Projects
You know with real respect
Connect with my alien-like
Alar Christ, beyond sight

Sword of old man's, alar the old man
Master the pill clock, real talk
I peel off of the drop top
Blastin' my ill darts

And I kill marks like Hawkeye
That sprout up like Falcone
Take the soul away just like Calgon
Solo, solar plexus

You should know your lessons
With the shield of alar on
Who really needs a weapon
Notice I said no

Learning is not enough
Faking, intimidating like
Why you gotta bluff
Choke us a while

Show your poker face without a smile
Crack a doubt, tooth on my necklace
With respect, it's tiger style
Shame on the nigga

School and practice
Aiming with triggers
I remain one of the illest
Still I know some will catch feelings

1-2-1-2
Let the gems drop
Slim stock, it's pimps and cops
I'm still God if it's wins or not

I hurt my kin with shots
I toke in the pot
Retaliation, I begin the plot
Hairpin drop, I'm meditating

See the Christ come through
Spent a few years true
He was levitating
Heat left his hair straightened

I'm at peace
Building up my mind
Stay refined, I tease
Disrespect mine and I's release

Kenyatta black on
Christ on the scene
His jeans conceal a black arm
Guards came back with a bomb

Left his pack alarmed
Catch a snake, see the back break
A knack maker
Drop rhymes since the track is flavor

While you was selling out for half the paper
You was telling I was black like a laser
All wise, last saviors
Guards black, tell a neighbor

It was a stone groove my man
You are the most righteous
Yeah right, just get the fuck out man
Get the fuck out man

Get the fuck out man
Get the fuck out man
Get the fuck out man
Get the fuck out man