Nic Soze - Count It Up (feat. Alkane)

Count it up, don't count me out
Count it up, don't count me out
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Coming out strong, call me Big Poppa Pump
What’s a bunch a chumps to a heavyweight champ
Always bringing ammo, got the drum kicking, uh parra-pa-pa-pum
My time expensive, presidential rollie but it’s fuck Donald Trump
Dropping all these bombs, boutta team up with Iran
Got the game on its knees, reading Holy Quran
Running up the score, never stop, Forrest Gump
Always talking out they gums,
We wipe they nose like a windshield, achoo, bless you
Take your whole team out, so you’ll never walk alone, this is Anfield
If you stepping up to me, we gon go blow for blow, issa minefield
I done seen an eyeful, bird’s eye view like I’m hanging out the Eiffel
I could never be caged or stifled, yuh, yuh yuh
Count it up, don't count me out
Count it up, don't count me out
Count it up, don't count me out
Count it up, count it up, count it up
I'm heating up but still ice cold
Breathing fire but still sub zero
Scorpio catching bodies like Scorpion
I don't combat with the mortals, I'd be scorching em
Overlooked like I’m the middle child
Bitch I’m glowing up, you gon regret it now
They start swearin they’ve always been down
And that they’ve been around more than digital underground
I’m watching the throne, aim straight for the dome
Snatching the crown, creating the sound
I got the juice, they ain’t got no chance
These pussies got jokes, so I make em dance
I done evolved, from bishop to king,
Still out of the box, can’t find no Supreme
Hustlin for cream, till all eyez on me
They say I’m aimin way out of my league
This ain’t where an Asian kid posed to be
That’s what I’m failing to see, let me be me
I kick knowledge for free, shit you won’t find in degrees
Bitches be tryna play me like a Sega
Pretty ass ninja, mask on like I’m Vega
Self loathing in vegas, they made me a monster
I’m heartless, I’m selfish, fuck baddies then toss em
Love it when they call me big poppa, that’s word to the late Bedstuy Don Dada
I’m more locked in than the dreads of a Rasta
You could bring ya whole team, I’m finna murder ya roster
Can't stop me now,
Can't put me down
Don't hit me up
Get off my
Count it up, don't count me out
Count it up, don't count me out
Count it up, don't count me out
Count it up, count it up, count it up
I'm heating up but still ice cold
Breathing fire but still sub zero
Scorpio catching bodies like Scorpion
I don't combat with the mortals, I'd be scorching em

Written by:
Nicholas Lim

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