chief wicked – canto xxxiv lyrics
[verse 1: chief wicked]
i’m a sinister minister one verse and i finish her
and i finish him n-gg-s sweeter than cinnamon
i got shooters i send em in bullets spraying the tenement
then we head to the stu we getting buck i ain’t talking bout venison
got the flow of an alien call me chief wicked immigrant ben tennyson lyrically need some medicine
maybe a methamphetamine, sick with it, quick with it
all these rappers i’m better than lighting em up like edison
welcome to the inferno
my pen state the greatness no paterno
yeah i’m up in the chi like g herbo
n-gg-s tryna catch up to me they need turbo
rocket boosters and nitrous oxide
i gotta freeze em up so i write the frostbite
i’m catching n-gg-s slipping like pop flies
i take em to the studio and fry em up like i’m working at popeye’s
got my foot in the game like it’s a size 12
only n-gg- outrapping me is myself
back again with the lyrical satirical miracles got the game in my hands it’s spherical
with the migos finna meet the plug in pakistan
talking bout the middle east cuz ain’t no other rappers can
cheese on my brain, i’m a packers fan
stretch the flow like i’m a mix of mr. fantastic and plastic man
so elastic d-mn, yeah i’m tryna make a cl-ssic, man
call up kendrick for the disaster, man
spit the flames like a pastor, man
me and hersh trapping n-gg-s under a multi-syllabic avalanche
don’t expect y’all to understand, we been in it for a minute tryna win it
no matter how you spin it we be headed to the finish even though i’m broke as h-ll i am all about my business
this a mothaf-cking scrimmage, balling on the beat only got a couple minutes
gotta get up in it cuz a record deal i deserve
so i’m crossing up the words like i’m kyrie irv
chief wicked is always tryna incinerate
other rappers especially if they imitate
cook em up then i put em on a dinner plate
after that i ain’t really gotta ill-strate
axons active synaptic tactics help me shackle the m-sses with the f-cking blacksmith, wait
forgot to mention that my brain is leaking serotonin
mixed with dopamine don’t forget the sopa thing
that’s a lethal combination i got me a congregation
i ain’t talking groupchat but you ain’t in the conversation
plenty thoughts i’m getting compromised by contemplation
come correct no disrespect and we won’t have a confrontation
[verse 2: hersh]
we been doing drugs like all night
tryna get to heaven but i’m still sinning still asking b-tches what they do for a klondike
i’m high, usually
hop on the track and i’m reading these rappers their eulogies
sticking up my middle finger yeah it’s one up that’s just another thing that you cannot do to me
foolery, my lyrical toolery f-cking up beats and the tracks leave the booth like a murder scene
now i’m running through the 6 like i just murdered meek all summer ’16
i be working just to sharpen up my flow a little bit
rolling up some weed and tobacco just to get a little hit
i think i need to knock the edge off, a little bit
now i’m waking and chasing the bacon
like i’m tryna take miss piggy on vacation
i got a claim and i’m staking it
to be the best and i’m stopping for nathing
telling me “no” is like saying kobe ain’t raped it: you f-cking wrong
i’m a threat to the game, and i’m blaming myself
my bars are hot so when i speak i guess i’m flaming myself
take the pain to the face, like my tongue is a well
look, from day one, i knew i was different
told i had potential and talent ooh they weren’t kidding
i’m a beast on the track in the same way usain be
going crazy like i ate a pup with rabies
flow crazy like euphrates or the tigris
looking in the mirror see a demon right behind him
can’t escape the vision even when i close my eyelids, stylish
tryna run up money like it’s mileage
if you got complaints better file it
i got n-gg-s over berklee holding weight and they wyling
better keep me quiet
i got h-lla verses i’m starting to let em fly
watching the time, it’s ticking by
but i’m sticking to getting mine for my ride-or-dies
open your eyes it’s the messiah but i’m in disguise
i came to provide infinite rhymes
then slide 100 times, beat it up, eat it up
beats is what i’m fiending for
bout my franklins like aretha
bet my flow p-ss you off like urethra
if you ain’t want the truth then why you hit up me for
coffee-skinned n-gg- got a taste for the creamer
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