Gas Factory

So he thought that maybe he hadn't heard what he heard

Maybe he was too wet, too cold, too tired

And he was beginning to hear things because he knew

That back in the water, this one was even bigger

Propane your Rogaine, a slow flame

It's cocaine to blow brains

Code name, quick fry your lo mein

Duck sauce, no change, no sense

A cold bitch to keep the coast clear like the soap mix

I only give 'em dope shit, you notice?

It's like I had to nail it to the front door

And right as they opened it, this is the eviction

We flippin' houses like we revisited Rampage and remixed it

As soon as we hit it, demolish everything, your OG's trippin'

Don't be a hero to all these vendors

Pluck every tooth until your teeth's missin'

You pillow-fisted, beat you with twenty dollars of pennies

Have you leakin', sittin', thinkin' bleak and trippin'

From these sequences, flashin' clips

We way too far ahead in the distance to do some legal business

Mike Jack smooth criminal, the genius that we live and found

Back to that gutter water we givin' now, sit 'em down

Here comes the pitch

Shatter the bat when I swing it, turn into wood slivers

Rearrange the features of your face until you look different

Reel the money like salmon up to the boat I caught on the hook fishin'

Dunk 'em in holy waters, give 'em a good christen

Engine exposed and the hood's missin'

Blowin' mango, go rogue in a Kangol covered in panko

My skin's encrusted with peppercorn

Perform better when the pressure's on

Broke the switch, the slow down lever's gone

Big bully foot, I got the steppers on

Take ten paces and turn around with a weapon drawn

Took a pot of gold from a leprechaun

Makin' the bank stop

Bustin' through the tank top with the muscles bulgin'

I rock an outer space jacket, your favorite rapper's a wastebasket

Money and women, two things I never chase after

I draw a line, you try to cross it and got a race after

Ayo, style and rhythm on your algorithm

Uncle Adam told me to get 'em

Spit the razor out, grab his scalp and rip 'em

Fuck who the best style, he just another victim

All over the globe, I been shittin' from Brooklyn to Britain

Left a trail of corpses who thought they was competition

Please believe we're not in the same

League, I'm way beyond your vision

Finesse the magic wand right out the palm of the magician

Don't give a fuck who's who, get your head chopped for the chicken

When I rhyme it's demon time, but the new shoes Christian

I stomp you like Kirk Franklin, fool, who you kickin'?

This grown man shit

Too much to understand and fam expand your bandwidth

Got bullets for bums on some Ku Klux Klan shit

Get knocked off with blue bucks, aim and bucket your dandruff

I splash like Basquiat in front of a canvas

Flippin' off cameras in a whip bumpin' Broken Language