[Intro] ae boom boom its 7 yo [Seven] im the lyrical assassin assassination incoming 6 shooter on my hip young gunnin spinnin this chamber let it start barkin like a mastiff off the leash you should run start running hold up, adrenaline rush in rush blood stream flush artery squeeze alphabetical disease superseed any beat when i meet and greet, watch my eyes pop deep thoughts of a juggernaut, heart skip a beat until I defeat this beat hot seat I live for this shit been about it with it like a Fitbit on the wrist when ya pickin up heavy shit.... lyrics go hard try an mirror this metamorphosis when I squeeze the mic tryin not to break it..a bad habit really ok look lets give em a show im a magician this is my magic show, where my rabbit at, pull that rabbit out da hat, my pen squirts ink jotin' what I think, make my rabbit a rabbid act, instrumental in the background as the sound surrounds slapin the wall until the roof shakes, shingles rain thats no ceilings by wayne but im insane, whole house needin' rogaine.. when I got these words jotted against the grain blood on the page but I feel no pain push these words till they cursive sign my name in blood thats permanent now thats a concrete statement ....... its impressive really an immersive discovery when the symphony starts siphoning vocab automatically christening from my rap bag sprinkle vocabulary like confetti boop the fat like Betty I dont think they ready in rush when I open the levee standin on the edge edge of the ledge, flow steady checkin the level no trouble weight stackin on the whole game watch it buckle I dont raise the bar i dubble toe tag on the body thats anybody, standin' here with this cold shovel [Chorus] The whole game better buckle up. I put weight on the bar, so pick it up The game better buckle up. [Baingo] Ay Listen bro, Bang bang Baingo, knockin it on tha do' bringin in the wicked quickened show, seven and I never hittin' the spittin' befoe, (hello) We keepin em wantin mo', rockin it to the flow, whoa bro slow down better not blow, steppin' in with the weapon, that's all i know! Time to go! Better keep the winner women bendin' when i be blendin' killable syllables still a little bit criminal rippin' through with minimal ease, I aim to appease, with my expertise, sick 'em squeeze, droppin' em to they knees, as i seize these fricken fleas, Let me hear you say please as you suckin' on deez (nuts) Bussin' the ducks guts, when the buck stops with double time struts, givin' out zero fucks unless they got double D cups with thick juicy big butts! You best be keepin it down when you in around my town, before you be found buried beneath the ground, I can just see them loud clowns frown when i compound these profound sounds, bow to the crown now, We wreckin' wit aggression pressin' the weapon wit the sound, seven and baingo sendin' you to heaven with full clip rounds! Yo seven, i chuckled while they suckled up, but i think I broke a couple knuckles while dunkin' on these cuckolds while fucken 'em up, Pucker up butter cup, i'll see you on the next collabo drop! Buckle up motherfucker! [Chorus] The whole game better buckle up. I put weight on the bar, so pick it up The game better buckle up. [seven] stairin at my Gauge needle, twitchin Red line intuition only red line, vision By design da descion to get mine, mission vocabulary and ryme schemes, mixing creating somthin' causing reaction, fission calculated with technical weight, decision surgical no mistake thats actual, conviction See when you gotta snap to action Visualy your action there's a reaction When we actually duckin cracking holdin these sticks Yall hidin behind ya fence slappin fuckin' bricks Kids games shit you think you know my hand ima call it go fishin.... i stay strapped with a cupple extra mags packed relaxed swappen amo letting the springs react so my gat chamber back so it crack if I need that Ha (Ae) Seven [chorus] The whole game better buckle up. I put weight on the bar, so pick it up The game better buckle up.
