Miggs Son Daddy - Grand Design

I wet the paint and dip the brush in
Waves come flowin', rushin'
Soul crushin', dome bussin'
Microphone hushing
Send em home stunned
You should see the pose
He and his homies all froze up in
I upchuck the boogie
Give you dumb fucks a noogie
Come and tussle wit bullies
I'll leave you strung up by your hoodie
Rumble with the Son
And feel the wrath of the grand design
No illustrator iller on the mic, son
That brand is mine.
I'm ramblin' again about the sands of time
Read the ransom
I'ma do a J if you and your man's don't mind
I be a 9 like 3 Ryan Reynolds combined
I can see the 5 floatin' on your head
The human paradigm
I tango with gods, fought with Horus
Jammed with Apollo
Reached across the chapel
Adam handed me a bottle
Still rock the concrete
Like a titan with the spark of lightning
Bars I'm writin', son
This gas is hard to siphon
Feel the charge of the bison or armored viking
I am Dante in the dark
Enlightened by my excitement
I have a heightened sense of hunger
Couldn't fight it, so I had to hunt
Slice a bastard up, wrap him up
Now that's a packaged lunch
I'm famished so my agitation's at maximum
I'm smackin' the mask off you rappers
That's in my path, so run

Written by:
Maxwell Lipson

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