aGGGghhhh We really waking up today? fuckit. I wake with bread and butter drip slime out the gutter ops flex weak but they freeze when I mutter staff hum bass like the block on lean robe drag filth turn the street obscene rats bow low snakes guard my lane I walk with curses carved in my vein mirror cracked but it grin like me brush my teeth with ash sip void iced tea ops talk loud but their flex too cheap I lace hex quick put their pride to sleep bassline heavy make the pavement shake ops run home cause they know what’s at stake grime on my robe slime in my cup if you ain’t Nullus then you not enough I slide through the block where the hustlers stress I tax they bread till they got none left ops tryna sell chains that squeak like toys I turn that shine into dust no noise vendors bow down rats eat free ops lose hope when they stare at me staff light sick green glow on the wall I own the strip I collect from all I sip void liquor with ghosts on deck playin cards with snakes place bets with checks ops can’t sit at the table of slime they ain’t got dues they behind on time I cook spells in a pot of filth serve that heat let the fake ones wilt I laugh when they choke on the smoke I made ops try flex but the flex just fade nighttime come and the block still mine staff hum low let the stars align I sip black tar with the rats in drains snakes hiss hymns that repeat my name ops in bed but they can’t find rest see me grin in they dreams like pests I stretch my cane and the whole world bend grime don’t stop it just drip to the end fuck... am i dreaming now? are you the dream? are you the dream? am i dreaming now? are you the I close my lids bed sag to a pit slime leak heavy my chest all lit floor turn swamp with a tar wave sick rats screech bass while the shadows click demons crawl walls like tags in paint they bow in grime cause they know I ain’t faint I glide in robes stitched from spit and glass staff buzz low make the dream collapse I slump through halls where the mold got teeth chandeliers drip rot on the skulls beneath demons wear masks with my name engraved I snap one stare and the whole block cave I don’t march clean I drip step slow puddles of filth where my footprints go demons sway wild in the bassline grime they bleed my slime just to match my time I build a throne out of rust and bone every demon in the cut pay rent they owe every curse a coin in my pocket thick I flip nightmares quick like a hustler trick ops swing straps in the void all fake I twist them cold into chains that break staff hum deep and the floorboards shake I tax they souls for the dream they stake two step dirt with the fiends on beat robe drag heavy through a sewer street I sip void slime from a cracked old skull rats chant hymns while the tar drums roll demons hiss threats but they spit off key I flip their curses to a hook for me ops dance wild cause they bound by debt I collect they sweat like a rent I set gods in the cut but they look away they can’t intervene in the grime I spray heaven ain’t shit when the void my block I carve my sigil on the dream with chalk demons crown me slime lord mean robe drip grease in a neon sheen I turn screams into smoke in bars every nightmare mine I own they scars walls leak blood with a mildew scent bassline pound till the ceiling bent demons crawl faster but they can’t keep pace I lace the beat heavy like a cracked out bass I don’t slip clean I grind through muck flip whole dreams just to make a buck ops pray quick but the slime don’t save cause nullus wizard already dig they grave I drag nightmares out the pipes in floods I make em dance in a hall of mud they break they spine tryna match my sway but I collect they bones for the rent they pay staff glow bright like a sewer flare curse they lines with a crooked stare ops wake sore from the chains I drop I lace they sleep like a fiend on lock rats choir loud on the block of drains snakes hiss snares in my slimy name demons chant low like a tax decree the void on fire when they shout nullus g I don’t bow twice I don’t bend at all crown on tilt still drippin with gall I snap dream walls like a glass that crack every lie they spit I collect it back skyscrapers built out of rot and ash curses stack high in a dreamland stash I flip pain deeds to receipts on beats I sell illusions cheap on the waking streets demons write blood on the line I drew but I twist the ink till the plan untrue ops run scared cause the night too long but my slime dream live in every song I dance with filth till the void grow numb every demon limp while my basslines drum I snatch they screams put em back in jars I tag the lids with my sigil scars fire eat walls but it glow in slime whole dream dripping like the block in crime ops can’t run when the muck too thick every step they take just sink in trick dawn creep slow but the tar don’t fade my demons hide deep in the cracks I laid the streets above still hum my curse ops wake choking in a night rehearse snakes hiss slick when the block turn real cause my dream tax bleed what they steal I limp through light but my robe still damp cause nullus slime wizard stamp the camp I wake on sheets sweat stink grime bread with butter still bless my time staff glow low but it hum with proof cause I drag slime dreams back into truth ops flex weak with they chains all thin cause my void script already locked they sin I dance with demons in the sewer’s keep now fuck... am i dreaming now? are you the dream? eYYYY BUMBACLOT! *Gunshots* *Gunshots* aGGGghhhh We really waking up today? fuckit. I wake with a limp and the bread still hot butter drip slime on the floor I trot ops peek blinds but they shut too quick they know Nullus slime with a curse that stick robe flap heavy staff glow green I flip this block to a nightmare scene I ain’t got the time or the money for lies I tax your soul till the hope inside dies I sip on gin mixed thick with ash eat mold bread snakes hiss like cash ops tryna flex with chrome too loud but the sound go mute when I walk through crowds their knees give in when they feel my stare they know slime heavy in the midnight air I let whispers crawl like roaches on skin every debt stacked up I collect my win I stroll through alleys with rats on guard ops try step but they fold too hard I don’t even swing just grin with teeth staff hum bass put they soul beneath I torch illusions with a flick of hand ops fall limp they don’t understand I ain’t no thug with a blade or piece I’m the hood slime wizard that charge receipts midday sun bend dark when I move ops lose pride when they test my groove I lace they chains with a curse that rot I flip they whips till the engines stop cops roll up but they radios fried my name echo static make em hide I grin wide sip slow from a cup ops tryna flex but they flex dried up nightfall rise and the stars bow low ops dream shook cause they all still owe I haunt they sleep with a voice so deep staff hum bass while the whole block weep snakes curl tight and the rats all cheer ops can’t breathe when the slime too near I collect my debt in the silence thick I let the grime choke slow and slick I lay in bed robe soaked in tar snakes guard doors rats hum like choir I sip last drop then I close my eyes ops still sweatin can’t shake my ties tomorrow I rise with the bread and the heat slime still drip cause the grind don’t sleep Wait... Am I dreaming now?? Are you the dream? Thats Black Rock Coven Crew to you.
