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Will Tell
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Will Tell ft. Brooklyn Academy (ft. I-See-On (AKA Icon), Mr. Metaphor, Block McCloud, and Pumpkinhead) - “Connect 4” [I-See-On (AKA Icon), Mr. Metaphor, Block McCloud, and Pumpkinhead] [Will Tell] [I-See-On (AKA Icon)] Ayyo, tropic reefer, Bloody Mary leaking margarita Sangre fría, cold-blooded, verbal santería Fallen horsemen, metamorphous to the form of porcelain Guard your eyes—no man can stand to my corpse's coffin Speed of cobras, the fragrance of Satan's and demons' odors Precede Jehovah and others the eyes of the evil ogres Sacred scripts solidified inside my data chip Half-man, half-water, walking the corridors of Satan's pit I'm more than deep—I smoke the weed up out the coral reef Vocals that slaughter beats, my raps contain the rawest meat The holy prophet, the omen arose through a fallen comet Casted caskets to the corridors of Pontius Pilate Red desert bird keep the sky lit Ultraviolet, seven-headed, wild hybrid [Mr. Metaphor] We'll Break you with word raps, collapse Fall flat like a drug relapse, hurt Crack your kneecaps. Catch a flashback Back, twerp, track your steps on your backslaps S-slap, take a nap. Wanna scrap? We could scrap—catch a fist like a cl-clap My clowns attack, deep impact to be as exact Bring it back. For a lack, I gots to relax Protect our flow like prophylact, tough Smoke a fast act (with a cat), so snatch that Take two, p-pass that. That Brooklyn Ac' cat Underground where the rats at [Block McCloud] Yo, this Is business. You get your feelings tossed and millis crossing Filling ditches, riches get us fixed, we're killing snitches Will's to riches, fortuneteller. Hell, he's clocking dough like Rockefeller McCloud, I rock the flow Blockapella You “Put It In Your Mouth,” I'm Blockinyele when I bust mine, you find it Hot in your belly. “Who Shot Ya?” Machiavelli I hold stock in every endeavor to give me leverage, the cleverest Never missed, devilish but cool like a beverage Ace the test, faced the best and made a message Raise your essence, spray their flesh—it lays in lessons Made examples of, Will lay the samples loved. Women, I Damped their rug. Thugs, I amp ‘em up to champ above all Still on the rise, I don't compromise. I conquer Bomb from skies, swamp you, stomp your lies Beyond your wildest dreams, my style just gleams like a Jagged edge, a dagger wedged in a violent scene Your mouth the shape of a silent scream, body uniden- -tifiable. When my temper rise, I'm liable To end your lives. Sea-temperature dives, lending eyes to the blind The words I emphasize create an enterprise [Pumpkinhead] I hold no grudge, show no love. Feel a cold Slug travel through your froze mug. My cold blood oppose Thugs, pose with eyes closed and hold blunts Kick your stomach ‘til you blow chunks. We ‘bout to blow up Heavy velocity, philosophy with the ferocity of A lion tearing apart your body seams, a nightmare That makes your mommy scream in a dark corner On a rocking chair, guzzling Cask & Cream. I see things like (Yo) Fiends fight for hits of the pipe, gripping a knife A victim of Christ sipping on ice, smothered in vodka Living the life, jigging your wife from a position that's tight Light trees, give me the sight like a pigeon in flight Yo, yo, I don't play games in this rap shit, rip a track Shit, clip the plastic, spit acid, burn fabrics (What?) Hold steel like blacksmiths, rock an Avirex bulletproof jacket For the racket, talking with a Brooklyn accent (Bitch)
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