Shadow Realm

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Young Bach

Johann Sebastian Bach-lava

It's me

It's me

The hash belongs to me

Flushing, Queens shit

Ah-ha

You already know

You already know

You already know

For so many god damn years

I've been tryin' to take off

While motherfuckers hangin' from the landing gear (Get off)

Fresh off a mental hiatus

Strap your bitch across the pond, a half a pound in her anus (Woo)

That's while I occupy the spaceship (Damn)

Man, this Moroccan lemon sorbet, I can taste the mint (Mmm)

I lace that shit (Mmm)

Beat the pussy up until it look like one of Satchel Paige's baseball mitts

This ain't no cakewalk (Ah)

You get a one-way ticket to the shadow realm (Goodnight)

The 12th dimension is where the battle shall be held

The final prize is to die with pride

And today cover me with gold and stud my diamond eyes

Reanimation's not for common guys (Nope)

And ain't a motherfucker breathin' that's my kind of kind

I scribble illegibly on the dotted line

All along with the plot in mind (Ah)

Maroon 860s with the cocky eyes (Uh)

Bitches try to say I give off Rocky vibes

Adrian

The one from Philadelphia

I'm sicker than Tom Hanks in Philadelphia

Shit

Sing it, ah

Sing beautifully

That's a real man right there, thats a man's man

It's true

Mmm

Ah

A patch from all 30 NBA teams on the jean shorts

Wore the man who sold me Scungilli on the seashore

He told me life was a seesaw

I just hope I don't end up at Creedmoor

You know, kids, I need like three more (Three)

Fuck till I can't see no more

I can't see

Till I end up in the senior home

It's me

Fuck, man

That's all I got