Brass Tacks (feat. Chino XL & Finale)

You can't click on world star for your life's solution

(You in love with the coco)

I'm in love with starting revolution

Detroit, L.A., New Jersey, Big Chino

High as shit (high as shit)

Apollo Brown, music got me waking outta my coffin

Yellow tape caution, I'm an ape with the syllable portion

I'm biblically awesome

Things ready to detonate from the hate that is coursin'

You pray that I break up my spit, intensity softens

Eventually falling, appalling, pall-bearers called

And I'm a bear in the forest foraging, flourishin'

Spilling like a witches cauldron (Yeah)

Devouring Satan's soul that he sold to me as a bargain

I'm the god of logic and the sergeant

Of this alarming, jarring jargon and tortured talkin'

Do you feel ashamed and awkward?

For my phonetic fame, you trade your child's face

For my talent and fortune (Get the fuck outta here)

Ares, I'm a ram that you can't scam, that you can't stand

Running flash by you in a blur on a cop's dash cam (For real)

I'm Oscar the Grouch and this world is my trash can

Hazardous, spit wicked liquid while this evil, this jazz is playing

My literature is littered with funeral terms

My spirit eternal is pitted with snippets of the weirdest, unusual slurs

You can't click on world star for your life's solution

(You in love with the coco)

I'm in love with starting revolution

You can't click on world star for your life's solution

(You in love with the coco)

I'm in love with starting revolution

You can't click on world start for your life's solution

(You in love with the coco)

I'm in love with starting revolution

You can't click on world star for your life's solution

(You in love with the coco)

I'm in love with starting revolution

I'm back with gin pop

Lock damn was like a blessing, and y'all **** are beggars doing improv

And theft was at an all time high till this shit drop

Traffic gridlocked and all lanes hijacked

The local 7 news at 11, helicopter

Whoa, bitch, I'm back, I'm Ron Burgundy, teleprompter

This shit like Kip met LeFonda

Just a buncha break babies and goons who live with they mama

But you wishin' hard as yarmulkes, y'all can stop us

We all know what happen when a son tries swinging on his father

When I put this swift discipline down, it's hard enough

To have you on your best friend

Lookin' like the Crimson twins

Feelin' the same blunt force trauma

I woke up, encouraged you well enough to get the gig

For being the finest eye doctor

Pajamas and night lights, still sleep, but I'ma haunt ya

Now y'all from two different monsters, come find us

You can't click on world star for your life's solution

(You in love with the coco)

I'm in love with starting revolution

You can't click on world star for your life's solution

(You in love with the coco)

I'm in love with starting revolution

You can't click on world star for your life's solution

(You in love with the coco)

I'm in love with starting revolution

You can't click on world star for your life's solution

(You in love with the coco)

I'm in love with starting revolution