[Intro: Retro spark static]
R-E-T-R-O
In these rhythms and flows
Yea, yea
[Verse 1: Retro spark static]
These ain't no ghetto symphonies, Im only here to make your temples bleed
See, other MC's wish they were ill as I
Chilly hot, be the rhymes i design
I spot fakeness in your archives
Realness you have achieved, they are all lies
All eyes on me, like when the balls hot and the hoop low
Niggas think they bossing, well then im Hugo
Straight out of Boston and Montreal though, that we all know
I can't go until my bitch fit it in balenciaga
Dress proper, the lines pop like killa coppas
Fly as hell, dress code hella copta
I never been, but my hoes hella popular
Im known to hypnotize, like big poppa
Lord of the undergrounds, this chief rock em
Knock em down, ain't no need to Glock em
[Steeve Supreme]
Han, ain't no need to Glock em
[Verse 2: Steve Supreme]
I have the fear of not progressing in this twisted world
Thats why I elevate, twist my trees and flow
Its how I escape ??? equivalent to hell
Trying to move up scale when shit hell
Light her up to my jar, then I prevail
Keep positive as my mind set
??? where empty clips, that I got stashed in the dome
Watch the progress of what I claim that be NWO
Dont see those, we cleans, cut your wings sitting ducklings
Sitting, witness mirage, with our three eyes
Watching my all seeing eye
I see the lack in your posture when im around
Tell me what you see in eye, is you afraid
Is it my presence that give you the feeling of being drained
You niggas useless in the ring, why dont you tap out
Maneuver ???
I see you tryna reload, but your bullets weak though
No precision, like Shaquille at the free throw line
See myself as a new design
Han, nigga
[Suspect]
Master mind out work
In the darkness, we lurk
A bunch of hoodlums, sleeping in the ground
Way way under, when we raise, surrender
Public enemy, see no ones a friend to me
You ether family or you effluvium
Dirty birds introduce the flu to them
Look what I could do to them
When this track down, I might leave like maybe two of them
Young legendares, striving to be a gazillionaire
Keep it cool like the turtle in the air
Tellem truth or dare
And I speak the word of God to thee
Outline your enemy
But you best make an L I N, side slanted
Plus im ballin, L I N nigga
Yea
Its Will E
I promise, we taking over, new world order, a buisiness
[Legit]
Dope nigga, but I ain't slangging
Niggas hood banging daily
You brainless ???
Like a lion, we roaring
That ??? never staling
We huffing and puffing these trees as they going in our system
And fuck us up, my niggas know whats up
We the realness, they got to fear us
Cause we dangerous, lyrical killers
If not, dont hang with us
We bringing it, that heat in the kitchen
If not we ???
My tape done, thats ???
My weed clean, thats greatness
Im aiming the top with these musical notes
That come out my throat, as I invoke
The spirit of success
Tellem to come get me, im ready, my lyrics is heavy, my words our strong
This shit is coming straight from my dome
Been thinking for a minute, but i ain't done
These niggas be packing that heat
I shoot them with my lyrical guns
Im just having fun, but if a nigga step
Then its on, bitch
