The Vow feat. Mad Squablz,J-S.A.N.D.,Don Pablito

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There was smoke when the mother's water broke The doc saw the horns, oh my God, it's a goat! The nurse cut the cord, got shocked with a million volts Almost dropped him on the floor, but the baby started to float Umbilical cord turned into a gold rope A mic appeared in his hand, body started to jolt Angels injected him with lyrical dope The same drug they gave Hemingway and Edgar Allen Poe The whole worlds raven for the baby, the bell tolls A crowd gathered 'round, throwing punches and elbows Then his mama arose and recited a poem Todd's a hip-hop god, fuck rock and roll Put the baby in the whip, there was a solar eclipse Then a spirit came, wrote his name down in hieroglyphs Breakbeats played, he had speaker for a crib She screamed, "Jack the Rip" and ignited his gifts To the parents he's a legend, to the children a myth Here's some firsthand experience of Mr. Smith Alias Mr. Killing-Every-Rapper- In-His-Radius Ciphers to stadiums, bars is vibranium Molecular structure of the nucleus of his cranium Platinum, uranium, lyrical titanium In other words, whoever it concern If you fuck around with fire, you gon' get that ass turned to ash True story, I'm a walking crematorium Helping rappers urn obituaries from historians Banging on 'em, yellow tape and red sheets laying on 'em Carved hands, tombstones, praying for 'em Moving the chess pieces like telekinesis As a toddler, he walked with two panthers on leashes Learned early on where the mark of the beast is By the time he hit puberty, he richer than Croesus Slicker than Odysseus on a odyssey, intellect is part of me So pardon me if it harder to follow me, what does that mean? He's a mythological melanated progeny of royalty, spraying you with soliloquies Gil Heron with the camouflage gear on Ignorance is the virus, my ink is the interferon The last poet, revolutionary with guns loaded Back to elevate the culture, that's my only motive Uh, to fuck with me you need ya ammo up Proceed to stand on punks, you know the schemes will leave ya flannel scuffed Peep the handle, son, know my procedure be to damage stuff No Madden franchise, but this my season, we just having fun Uh, cash rules everything I hate and love Niggas hate to face reality that's why we taking drugs Payin' plugs, but there will come a time when it just ain't enough You might just turn to Cobain if you ain't as tough I might emerge with propane, it's a fatal stunt Properly insert a bold claim as if I ain't the one And now I'm rhyming with a legend, like I said I would Intrinsically, I murder beats just like a legend should Tried to convince 'em I was meant for this, the best I could Niggas narcoleptic, won't accept I'm here to wreck for good Feelin' more intrepid, more receptive since I left the hood Feelin' more adept and on ya neck's where I'ma plant my foot Name a nigga that flow harder Flow more graphic than flowcharts Won't relax 'til I build up these plaques and hold tartar Spare no targets Got a flow so nauseous I cough up words and throw bars up Hardly a reverend, but I'm always gon' thank the Lord for the blessings In life, I learned that taking losses is a part of the lesson I fathered you peasants, you niggas my sons So when I kill you motherfuckers, we'll just call it postpartum depression Lafayette, Louisiana, where niggas be squeezing hammers Niggas don't speak with grammar, so people gon' think we bamas It's frequent to keep your hands up, anybody can get it And anybody can give it to you, it's like "Secret Santa" I'm sayin', you niggas is nothing like me and my- You look at niggas and deify, we defy Defeat and divide, reheat and refry Niggas ain't reachin' this high Need to repeat and retry Bitch, I'm too different to be in any competition with y'all The only way I quit is if you get petitions involved So you can place your bets, you bet against me, you gon' stay in debt I stay the best 'cause I'm the only rookie that can face the vets You little niggas never raisin' threats You niggas bitter and y'all sweet, you motherfuckas is Raisinettes I'm laying low and chasing checks 'Cause when I blow, I'm finna run the rap game like the FitnessGram Pacer Test You niggas can't check me, I hope your next move don't upset me Got fresh prints on this barrel, in a suit like Jeffrey I get you clean, feel your towel, had to clean up the town For the beef we brown, like releasin' the hounds Had the monkey on the counter with his hands on his mouth The other monkey, for his ears, we ain't hearin' you out The third monkey had his hands over his eyes So you can get buried if you imply I'm outta the country, where two can dine, now honey, you can't deny The shooters come in flurries, like Curry and Luka Don Now say hello to the motherfuckin' Don, tiptoe Don't you come across that line Don't die 'Cause you just one of plenty niggas I ain't any nigga Billion dollars worth of silly niggas, we brought gilly with us That separates you from your mom, with titty, nigga Jump about the Bentley, nigga, better sit up when you see the tadow