Cyo the beat is like a canvas as you hear, I'm painting
Dodging tackles, making calls, as you see I'm Peyton
It goes do, remi, fossil like digging up the ancient
Once green's in, you catching pull like Jordan vs Draymond
East, North, South, West, implant the regiment
Green color Ferrari tint, I need my Testa-mint
But don't scream Jesus, this the build-up of a dreamer
SURFING, fuck Santa, find me where the reefs is
The chemists study my multi-layered text, I'm wrapping up
Squeeze that thing, you'll see a live deus ex machina
The world is my stage, I make attendees feel spectacular
But my head in the clouds, cause celestial is this pack of us
I aim for the stellar, still I never lose my groove
Yo, she only talk bags, that Koors language like uncouth
I tap into my inner-Vader mode, lightsabers glazing souls
Been ahead, so I'm farther to you like you're Luke, uh

I said,
MJ, I'm off the wall
MJ, I run and ball
Hear the sneaks on the floor
Bicken back being Bull
MJ, I'm off the wall
MJ, I run and ball
Hear the sneaks on the floor
Leave my prints on the mic

cyo the beat is like a canvas that I only sign my name on
Then paint the whole world a view that would confuse Sheytan
If they think I'm playing, I'll deploy great bombs of napalm
Not the Star Trek guy, we on to face palms
The grub-getter, to me your hustle's feathers
Winter time, your chick love me cause I shovel better
Soon as we hit the key, we slice that's a muddle-hella
Foes wanna tussle then get tore wrists like double decker
You wanna shake the world, I'm trynna knock it off its axis
I don't tooth my horn, I sharpen it then charge at masses
I'm a pain to the game, start yanking out the caskets
Guess I'll be dyin' a sore, damn shit's getting your ass sick
Supernatural disaster, his rise is cataclysmic
Blew up off of strong wins, guys catch the spinning
Two tornadoes fused with a volcano to blast: « let's get it »
cll you opps get nay though, I'm the fatal mac that kills it

I said,
MJ, I'm off the wall
MJ, I run and ball
Hear the sneaks on the floor
Bicken back being Bull
MJ, I'm off the wall
MJ, I run and ball
Hear the sneaks on the floor
Leave my prints on the mic

Rip the mic coarse, cat in the Mike Koors
Watch I get to deliver, baby like liquor shots or white storks
I'm from the land where they bribe more
cnd the only fight they've ever had is finding what to fight for
Maxing with the Duchess, time to light more
My twinnings with me knows me to the tee, he might pour
Gimmie the mic cord, issa psych ward
I put the switch on the tom-boy, now the gun a dyke whore
I pitch, sell then finish, but your phony schemes
Don't sit well in my Spirit like obese seats
My creole chick go greet me with an: « oh oui DEEZ »
No hero shit, she get woo'd like ODB
White dunks on me, I call em Larry Birds
The cream to your head won't do no Jheri Curls
Planting seeds in soils, you'll get buried if you're
Ready for that germination like the hefty Fürher
What you praising got me bored
These rappers have me turning up the bass up in my snores
Shave your hair, burn your sage and turn your pages
It won't make you too sacred to get floored, so make way to praise Lord
I see your shots, homie you more like: « dump and hide »
I pry into you, your pride has really shrunk and dried
Them bullets bounced off, you tried to sneak the gun inside
Just wasted black talons like your name was Dunkin Hines
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, lies
What doesn't kill makes you bonkers, guy
Traumatized, guilt tripping was a Hummer ride
It could make Chewbacca turn into a Buddhist monk for life
SLICE JcCK put the traitors on blast
Like I crept through Nasdaq with cKs and a mask
You done watched too many movies to create all your raps
Like India, your history was just based on casts