Catch the Fade - The Interruption

Don't speed up being food for dirt and become botanical
Bars kill a new nigga but they also backwards compatible
Thats means seasoned vets get seasoning like the rest
Pray over my pray, so recently I feel blessed

Damn, You know how many times I heard, "You can't!"
Fatigued cause they see me bald nigga, they in Boot Camp
They lie cause it takes them places that the truth can't
Only thing above me is God, and this booth lamp

My brainstorms put swirls on a doppler
Burger Kings when it comes to beef, you sell whoppers
You got a lot followers and songs with Swell features
Hand Bones hit face and swell features

My Camp Fire, make senses why we want smoke
Marinara, imposters a fucking joke
Salute me or Ay Ay Captain, you cappin
Command lines like Bill Gates, what's happening

Where my heart is, is a little icebox
Little Giants, wonder when the fight stops
Never deceased but resting in peace, a hippy when sleep
Love the joints everyday, always blunt whenever I speak
Walking on water, I can't swim
Got connects over west, when the flow resembles a mac 10
Bars ricochet from a nickel plate
Lil bit of incentive, reimbursing these niggas in different ways
Never disengage, always fill the vague
Purging any form of the wack, taking the shapes of the plagues
Blind to the vision of victory when I twist fates
Wishing u still had beef, mistake
Confetti, when I'm ready
Overanimated pricks, are Ed Edd or Eddy
Grand theft to the Vice City, Tommy Vercetti
Betty bedder be ready to make beds rock
Thoughts making heads stop, until my legs drop, and ur heads pops
HULKAMANIA, my nigga, lookin viener my nigga
Brock Lesnar, gotta bring the pain to you my nigga
Ask wen I gun it, all I do is pull the trigger
BANG BANG... Black Mick Foley in this bitch
Take Aim, for anybody tryna send shots and takes names
No stagnation, I wanna maintain
Well, #TeamKnightmare, that's my only Gang Gang!

Written by:
Ronald James, Taron Holder

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