malcom mufunde & synik - treasure map lyrics
intro:
now small up yuhself!
and make room fi di elephant!
verse:
you know who crowned me the sickest? you know who
the world health organization; you know who
stand in defense of my goals, that’s my kinda mindset
the boy’s got more clean sheets than waverley blankets
syn sent so many beats they’re terabytes now
and everyone who tried to give me h+ll’s in paradise now, uh
best album, we was the true winners
we had them all sucking up trash like vacuum cleaners
i put rappers on wax like a candle string
even google search will tell you there’s no match for me, uh
i’m top 5 dead or alive
and the other four guys wouldn’t dare to be alive
ghostwriting could be my occupation
but my words cost an arm and a leg, you’ll need organ donations
i oppose the physical laws
nwa taught me even ice can flow
i’m like the judiciary; i got quotes and bars
and each of them is up to standard, i got word from saz
the game’s a skyscr+per and my flow’s above yours
don’t let cole lie to you, no one could love yours
pay no mind to the modern grapevine
all my buddies had lines before econet airtime
the thing is we was rapping before rapping was a thing
i made a way for your stars, i’m a red carpet, my g!
how could you not believe me? how could you not see this?
i’m the psychological outcome of god overthinking
no pilot license but ascended to a higher plane
they said i got the deadliest pen since guantanamo bay
but i never inked a deal, nah; they can’t deal with my ink
put up a show with these verses like televangelists
so how come i’m still here? let my explanation start
as i go over the point like an exclamation mark
i’m a diamond in the rough; i was molded by the pressure
so i’m here to stay, it’s said diamonds are forever
still the most fly even when i just wing it
not ice cube but when i write, i make it look easy
my lines are way ahead of time, check the greenwich meridian
but my goals still curve me, now i feel callipygian
dreaming there’ll come a time when i’ll go plat in a year
reveries of selling gold and diamond like cartier
i reached heights that gave the most high napoleon complex
though i never blew up; my career’s a bomb threat
hey, listen up!
even if i talk down to them, they listen up
murdered all the rappers that you claim run this
how can a ghost be in power like omari hardwick?
bars is back! it was written in the stars
the realest bars will not be written by the stars
and the flow needs no correction
i deliver without f’n up; immaculate conception
so where my dawgs at? i’m this generation’s x
i got a mic, i got game; i’m d generation x
but how can i blow? i’m just trapped in the system
if i’ll ever blow, i need to trap in this system
everywhere i go, it’s just trap on the system
the real have been trapped, it’s up to me to assist ‘em
i’m god’s investment into the arts
the payback is three classics, i’ve done more than enough
‘cause ever since i dropped economy
it’s only been five stars, the reviews are like astronomy
no one could ever do it like malcom
you know there’s only one i; i’m feeling like cyclops
who’s even got bars to level up?
y’all love to skip the debate but i’m shannon sharpe
mindblowing, this is cobain rap
they getting high off my lines+ this is cocaine rap
africa’s greatest punchline artist
since kilimanjaro, n0body’s punched like this
i’m landing punch after punch, this is good boxing
the only mic i didn’t k!ll was moonwalking
holy god, we’ve done it again
taking hip+hop back to the good old days
welcome to treasure
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