Older Gods

Hey yo, I roll like a bat out of hell

Evil acapell's fly spitting out of my grill

Before I hit the sky with spring time colors

Juicy as a Sunkist, certain broads double dutch this

They carve it in they wrist, pales berry blazes

Straighten the crumbs left on the stove, clothes in my lady hair

Plus yours the look gold God, the old tainted bald techniques

Got these vestibules designer **** in they whips

Jumping out they seats, eighteen, Bronze man Part II

We like Dorothy Hamill on ice

We in your hood we might circle, hats down low in the Range

Switch lanes, change my tire, peel out

Real loud on the stage yo, I shitted on your hood, kid

I shitted on your hood, got to your burner too late

I'm looking real good draped out

Shining like a fresh fifty cent piece, your girlfriend, come here

Oh shit, you my man's niece, the gourmet pocket twenty

Bombs made of clay, Sexcapades take place

We fucked in forty eight shades might walk up in your studio

Time slap your engineer, it's lighter fluid to that style

Hand me the matches now

Hey yo, rainbow Rollie on the wrist, now what's this?

**** bless this, eight and a half, Bally banana twist

E shakes, puffin on Iye, feeding the seed's plate

Pulling out, old dirty eights to rob gates

Major wake up, the kid tell tales, make a **** head wake up

Beats break, the **** would take off his time

Honolulu status, gladdest

The rick rock cabbage and dollar vans grands

That **** mad savage, stationary Hall of Justice

**** came clumped out

Just came home now they bunked out

Money be longer than triple life

Till the sun burn out, that's my word

Move it with the burner out

Fidel way of thinking, roll with the Mac bent Ac-10

Most of my team, Five Percent check what the live said

Rolling with Guess vests pedestrians yo

Holding my nuts, fucking thousand dollar lesbians

Yo, the Older God put me on and had to rock this

Maintain Three Sixty Lord live prosperous

It only takes a lesson a day just to analyze life

One time in the respectable mind

Yo, the Older God put me on and had to rock this

Maintain Three Sixty Lord live prosperous

It only takes a lesson a day just to analyze life

One time in the respectable mind

Let the shot spark soon as his pitbull barks

Tire scars from skid marks leaves from jams in school parks

Witness, forget his, original statement

Even in protection programs there's no escapement

Gunned down, we in town, hit King from seven crowns

Spent rounds catch him while he rhyme in the Zebra Lounge

Wounded, back in the '83 summer heat

Up in three oh nine park, rhyming off the drummer's beat

I stalk the city streets demonstrating mic wrecks

All looking stank, I ain't playing with a full deck

And as they nervously stare, I know they scared

They saw the coming of Wu, the neon in Times Square

Household name, assassin, Killer Bee

Mill to the grain that possess the Wu, trilogy

Quick to spot those that bite camouflage and blend

Those that got styles, they got identical twins

Don't stretch the small thing, copycats are finicky

Without skills, they master the art of mimicry

But I go line for line on the whole page

Your unspotted life on the mic is old age