Ryanito - Collision

Collision

Never have they seen a meaner Ceasar that’s pleasing to the oblongata/
Squeezing on the seasoners like heathens breathing well that’s your problem/
Feel it we like demons Jesus, Holy Ghost and the father/
That Gas on e steaming cleaner then the inside of that henny bottle/
Pedal to the floor I’m soaring time to score when this shit hit full throttle/
Speeding like I’m fleeing off the scene in my Kia Drive that whip like its a maserati/

Never been the one to break it down/
When I’m your town/ my crowd don’t make no sound/
The Truth pouring out my mouth/
It Astounds/ the fowl who try my cake and now/
I came to take the crown/
You can call me the king/
a kangol hat for my soul is cold and amethyst on my ring/
It’s clout over doubt shout it out when the angels sing/
If it ain’t the gold inside my flow then it’s the swords that I swing/

Chorus

My mind been on hold trust it’s what you envision/
When it comes to this music yo we sick with precision/
Tried to warn em with Jurassic this is classic so listen/
With my Hands on the wheel you best avoid the collision/

My mind been on hold trust it’s what you envision/
When it comes to this music yo we sick with precision/
Tried to warn em with Jurassic this is classic so listen/
With my hands on the wheel best avoid the collision/


Never have they seen a meaner don im a khan I’m talking ghengas/
Squeeze metal like T1000 leave you brainless aiming with the stainless/ born and raised in neighborhoods that even cops don’t go its dangerous/ a couple steps in side my timberlands that you don’t have the faintest/
Notion I’m in motion just to show em why I’m the greatest/
Respect for this game RIP the ones we lost the latest/

Never been the one to stop the pace in the face of death it’s automatic/
Every track laced with the venom charged to the max you feel the static/
Other rappers fake it and you still like to play it even tho they plastic/
Me I’m tryna detonate then escape my fate as of late while you all get blasted/
Take it to the top while they drop even my pops will tell you I’m a bastard/
This music that I shape like clay so the praise is grace when I touch that casket/
It’s washed with acid/
Then boom we let them have it/
So close smell it with my nose it reeks of death with something tragic/
You can tell by the nickel plated 9 we bout that fashion/
Make a bitch disappear out here like Houdini with this is magic/
My diligence is militant we killing if you asking/
We Willing to be the villain if they feeling why I’m ill with passion/
The ceiling that I’m peeling through it’s real when you about that action/
Smashing while I’m grabbing on the ave got it in the bag just like I’m Pac-Man/

My mind been on hold trust it’s what you envision/
When it comes to this music yo we sick with precision/
Tried to warn em with Jurassic this is classic so listen/
With my hands on the wheel best avoid the collision/

Written by:
Ryan Ellis Larranaga, Carlo Corrieri, Magdalena Kaltcheva

Publisher:
Lyrics © Songtrust Ave

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