Malcolm Nash - Show Time (feat. Don Mykel)

Yeah you know what time it is
I know you been patiently waiting
The time is now
7 Days a week we been working
Don Mykel the lyrical mastermind
Mal in here
From the 212 to the 864 stand up
You ain't never swam waters
With a great white, shake dice
Taking block orders on a late night
Early in the morning
She can take pipe
Face like Riri
Ass like Jay wife, yeah
She know I'm a monster, I conquer
Flight risk
Before you let it fly
You should ponder, hmm
Don't sweat me
Sweat sonas
The lord stress nada
You force flex
I couldn't afford rest
Scorch flesh
I'm more or less fond of it
Writing history
Pressed of the 4 next sagas
My vortex, spin and I call next
Winner better stall next
And then I score, stretch yes
It's the Don keep calm
When I'm on scene
Palm full of morphine
I can make 'em all feigns
Raw make the dog gleam
Karma make her gall bleed, yeah
Wait, karma make her gall bleed
You ain't never saw a king
Couldn't move accordingly
My bless is cordially
Split percentage with the 4 of me
The rest is forgery
Manifested like its sorcery
Your best is boring to me
Your not progressing
To my cores reach
Reshape the game in my hands
Like its pottery
Left blood stains
I don't dance
But I ain't Carti B
Get a face tat and call it artistry
Taught to stay strapped
When shit gets startling
Been to hell and back
It ain't too far to me
Tell me, where we at?
In the 864
Tell me, where we at?
In the 864
Tell me, where we at?
In the 864
Tell me, where we at?
In the 864
People telling me
My conscious yells at me
When I sleep
I breathe melodies
With speed, intelligence
I'm a beast
A young shepherd, I feast
Amongst helping the sheep
My one weapon my speech
Could numb reverends
Read Qur'ans, everything's a breach
Deploy seven men
The war will never end
Capiche? Its settled then
Peddling in the streets with no apostles
Hostile veteran
One night stands
Then they dead to me
Like my Instagram
I administer, the finisher
Rope 'em like the clans in Virginia
Send a minister
To readminister
The same ole type of views
That they've been swindling
Might need some Ritalin
To help me benefit
I'm going hard
Even scrimmaging
It's been centuries
With no empathy
For our people, public enemies
I blame the Hennessy
The Penitentiaries
Corporations matching synergies
With plans of ending me
I do this independently
I bring that energy up
Tell me, where we at?
In the 864
Tell me, where we at?
In the 864
Tell me, where we at?
In the 864
Tell me, where we at?
In the 864
We tried to warn you
We want to thank you for rocking with us
It's far from over
Don Mykel did his thing
Malcolm did his thing
Be on the look out for the next one
Like I said
We working 7 days a week no sleep
Tell me who do it like us?
I'll wait

Written by:
Blane Bailey, Don Mykel, Malcolm Nash

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