Carbon Monoxide (Shmurda) - Bizzy Bone

Ever since the dawn of a new era, known as hip-hop A. D

After 2Pac and Biggie Smalls unsolved schmurdas

The genre of rap music has searched for its new foundation

In order to do so, the labels began to request the formula to the Bone

Thugs-N-Harmony sound

With the likes of Drake leading the polygamy of studies

Listening day and night in the studio and then procreating a sound

The industry crowned him king while paying homage to Bone, there was no reason

for alarm

Soon after this maneuvering, artist all over staring being influenced by those

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony-esque cadences and flows

The Migos, Offsides, Tequila, and most notably the unknown third member who

wasn’t left off Bad and Boujee as previously predicted, all stated they never

even heard of Bone

They opted to note that their influences as the Triple Six Mafia

Known in the Bible as the mark of the beast and the number of Satan

We found one of the thuggish ruggish members, Bizzy Bone, in the hills of

Siberia under the alas of Janou Oliver Beck

As the end of the Golden Age approached, it is said that he arose to another

plane an carried his temple to the mountains to avoid the skinny jean

emasculated era of hip-hop

We found him chopping wood in these said mountains

Along with his albino runaway lioness from the San Francisco animal prison,

Keisha

Upon meeting him, he had no contact with the outside world for ages

We informed him of the Layzie Bone and Migos beef

He looked at us with his double-barrel classic shotgun

And this is what he had to say

Children, does anyone know what rhymes with ego?

(Migos-Migos-Migos)

A billion streams on Vevo bringin' about as much chips as you can get in a

quarter bag of Doritos

B-G, I’m a knockie fan

I hit you wit' one of these combinations, I’m goin' through complications

And then I do my Tekashi dance

Shmurda was the case that they gave me

Dear God, it’s me and little Layzie

We was robbin' niggas without no father figures

And that’s the way that Wish got shot by Krayzie, it’s karma, niggas

I put you in garage mode, mobster, the shots fly

These niggas don’t want no smoke, I give 'em carbon monoxide

Let me hit you with this LOX line, Pac sign

No one can do it better, that’s a Doc rhyme

Crush your windpipe, slice you with doxprime

That’s over your head, as your wife

This precious metal, hit her with this lead pipe

Smile, bitch, you livin' your best life

O-R-T, let me be brief before my dick speak

Socks on, break your iPhone so I could go to sleep

Load the clip, pop it in, cock it back, ride around the block

These niggas call me O. G

Bitch, you as old as me

Light-speed, I.G., trolls, they don’t like me

So I scroll through they page, take cliffnotes, and give 'em that Chris Lightly

Come down off the ledge

Talk to me Chris, don’t jump!

Don’t-don't-don't-oh, God!

You little niggas don’t know who y’all fuckin' with (Fuckin' with)

Oh, it’s on

Shmurda was the case that they gave me (They gave me-they gave me-they gave me)

Shmurda was the case that they gave me (They gave me-they gave me-they gave me)

Battle rap, I’m the answer

I’m blacker than Jack Panda

It’s magic 'cause I’m a savage that’s twenty-one

God damn, I’m a fuckin' gun

Public enemy number one, I’m lawless

Word to Flesh-N-Bone let’s get carnarvorous

The AK-47 with the cartridges

Banana spit split personalities, both reflections

My third eye is a narcissist

The pen dipped in black void

Wi-Fi for y’all, bitch

I’m rappin' with my eyes closed 'cause I don’t need my consciousness

Triple meanings?

I crafted it, mastered it

After this, plaster this all over the visual adages

Imagine if the Gram was only a portion of the passages

And then if you look at the two, see the move?

Infinite math, bitch, Oooh,

oooh (Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh)

Stop-stop the track, let me talk to these niggas, let me talk to these niggas

Cars, dash, ion, the smashness

This before the pit

I speak to Kim as a Mastif right before the movie

Make me classless to the masses

I gotta tell my daughters that cha ass ain’t cha access

My people seen the lowest of the evils

I got a secret

Every dog scared of mama who mama Mama Madea

Cock-ca-cock-ca-cock back and Shaqisha

Smell it, reverse the science and body it, make it ether

Time’s up, timecode

Déjà vu, I’m in effect

Just a fixation, call me J Newt, Oliver Beck

Shmurda was the case that they gave me (They gave me-they gave me-they gave me)

Shmurda was the case that they gave me (They gave me-they gave me-they gave me)

Shmurda was the case that they gave me (They gave me-they gave me-they gave me)

Shmurda was the case that they gave me (They gave me-they gave me-they gave me)

Shmurda was the case that they gave me (They gave me-they gave me-they gave me)