"Raymond Reddington" lyrics
"Raymond Reddington"
I turn heads like I turn tables
Burn the cables
And send it back to the label, disabled
Cause I'm able to make an impact
In fact
My autoattacks are on track to hittin' ya back
Point blank
Got da joint cranked
Too raw with it I be getttin' calls from the blood bank
High profits, movin' cautious
100 thousand dollar deposits make the bank teller nautious
Catch me in a bad mood
Slap yo face silly leave you wit gum that's half chewed
Load the arsenal and blast through
All of you rappers who are too processed like fast food
Just, my presence will make you evacuate the premesis
The rap nemesis don't have trouble forming no sentences
Suprise elements like da counterintelligence
Resident evil on you mothafuckas for da hell of it
Yea
I formulate the blueprint
Can't find me anywhere don't leave a shoe print
So you hop online and create a nuisance
Ya doofus
Want my two cents?
Son, I'm ruthless
And too sick, fact is
I move slick like arachnids
Doin tha most, without even interacting
Pack a punch
I smoke the blunt silly
Then I fucked around and counted another milly
Can't pillage my plunder
You under the weather
You unheard attender
Soft like a feather
Got the blood pressure rising from the endeavors
And ya, wife dreaming about about me havent even met her
Thinking of opportunity cost
You better get lost
I see you got a brown nose from too much salad tossin
Pretending to be somebody you not must be exhausting
Got ya noggin rotting inside out while mine is poppin
Sweating bullets like when they delivered the indictment
To ya hypemen
Had em fleeing out to iceland
1v1, we can have a punch out, mike tyson
Roll the dice twice, and if you don't like it, bite me
Writer(s): Eli Oziel
- AZLyrics
- E
- ELIOZIE Lyrics
album:
"Enemy Of The Establishment" (2022)
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