G. King & Blank Face Villain - Brimstone

One mo', yeah
Looking left to right whats left to write
Concise plans left to die
No test in sight
That sight at ya neck, devices
Techs with lights and beams
I been scoping mine
Trust I fiend at night
Where the lust reside
Can't abide for rights
If they crush designs that I been planning my lifetime
Light sides can blur pictures I'm quite fine
You might try, disturb business yo life line
Consequences I fight time
Too distant from bright shine
My image of city always consisted of never trying
Said that too many times, barely above the margin
Still don't think that I started
Rarely in my apartment
Said that too many times like second coming of Him
Said that too many times reflecting on what I built
Regiment, evident, every instance I leveled it
From times as a kid them demons knocking new better than
Still prevalent, not everything on earth heaven sent
I learned that since corner stores and pouring the Everest
Now its just coroners correlating the testaments
I told em too many dying, you know where they settling?
I told who been messiah, its plenty of rhetoric
I told em I'm bending fire I been in my element
And still benevolent
Still been having drama and problems with telling it
But still been racking commas cause I put the ethic in
One day they gon pay me homage my momma and daddy rich
And my city better live
I promised to be a scholar and make it off this...
I promised that every new dollar making more sense
I'm changing more bills and folding 100 percent
Every 100 I get, blue
I be international
I be zoomin
I be really in the mold
I be glued in
I be really glued
I'm stickin to my paper
I be goin places
Never had to stay up
I be international
I be zoomin
I be really in the mold
I be glued in
I be really glued
I'm stickin to my paper
I be goin places
Never had to stay up
Time your words I need to get the best
Talkin paper, boy you need to get some rest
To control yourself and take care of your nest
Not my problem though I'm thinkin bout the next
Are we doing this, or is we here to flex on em?
How we doin this? No calling through the test no no..
Chasin paper ain't gon get you nowhere oh no no
It don't matter if you're focused on the wrong Mobil
Look, I ain't got no time for that ugh look
Hol up wait...I ain't got no time for all that
Hol up wait...I ain't got no time for that motherfuckin..
I ain't got no time for all that motherfucking back and forth
Cross this line I guarantee you gon get what you asking for
It's gon come with tax of course
Bitch I know you mad of course
Foot all in yo ass of course
Yes I'm big and bad of course
I'm salivating, foaming out the mouth
Oh yea I spaz of course
And you don't gotta pass the torch I take that bitch
Police get behind the hoopty we gon have to fuck that bitch
Turn my station on
My apron on I'm bout to cook that bitch
Let me cook that bitch
I took the world and then I shook that bitch
I be international
I be zoomin
I be really in the mold
I be glued in
I be really glued
I'm stickin to my paper
I be goin places
Never had to stay up
I be international
I be zoomin
I be really in the mold
I be glued in
I be really glued
I'm stickin to my paper
I be goin places
Never had to stay up

Written by:
Blake Davis, Gary King, James Huang, Reginald Rainey III

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