VERSE 1:[MAXAMILLIAN]



How do you move in a room full of sharks?
I just hit go I don't park
I don't got time to be breaking yo heart
Girl i'm breaking sensi apart
Caught up my rapture
she don't fuck with rappers
But girl I'm a poet
I'll spit you a stream
So emotive your walls be eroding
I go in like every door open
I don't just walk in, I stroll in
Bopping
clocking in a whole lot of villanry
3 holes in one night, my nigga that's a trilogy
Rosebudd pimping spit the G like a soliloquy
3rd eye chink
see the peak of your ability
I can see futility
I don't got faith
In your ability to stay or impress me with your ways
I been riding on a wave so high I'm touching space
Lucy on my tongue
But I can feel it in my face
I can feel it in the air like Beanie
Writting hieroglyphics in graffiti
I hear niggas talking bout they wanting to defeat me
But forgetting that they gotta be better than me to beat me
Next time you see me shooting on a star through the sky
Wave hi or you might not get a chance to reply
I'm way too paid to pay 2 cents
Girl get your ass undressed

CHORUS:[MAXAMILLIAN/CHUCK]

Those know that foes ain't cold as you,
Since I Rob Banks I got Buku,
Gold in my mouth like Juicyfruit,
My wife, my bitch, my Majin Buu,
Those know that foes ain't cold as you,
Since I Rob Banks I got Buku,
Gold in my mouth like Juicyfruit,
My wife, my bitch, my Majin Buu,
Those know that foes ain't cold as you,
Since I Rob Banks I got Buku,
Gold in my mouth like Juicyfruit,
My wife, my bitch, my Majin Buu,
Those know that foes ain't cold as you,
Since I Rob Banks I got Buku,
Gold in my mouth like Juicyfruit,
My wife, my bitch, my Majin Buu...Jaint...

VERSE 2:[CHUCK NASTY]

Perfect...Yeah...
Nigga I'm the man and the myth and the legend.
Fist of the seven-both, seas and the lands-might, christen the reverend nigga-
I was laying wood in the midst of the pledging...
Trick em when they treat like a bitch when it's beggin...
I am legend-will smith with the weapon-
Aim-impeccable like I was jawn wick-
In seven shick-shift kick a leg into the clutch and blow a dutch in the guts sun, roof blow piff to the heavens.
Cook dope slow like grits...One rotation of the wrist like every six seconds.
Capn black america body on chris evans.
Lying like they ballin they know they legit peasants.
God inside me's why you feel the presence,
That's why all my blessings only feel like presents,
This ain't sauce it's dressing spent a lotta lettuce,
Always trippin acid outta body fetish