Blaq Prussian - Jonwayne, Jeremiah Jae, Oliver the 2nd

Swat these Gods out the sky like flies

And roll deeper than graves upon my USS Enterprise

I’m on the corner of the map

These legends will never die

Treat Los Angeles like international waters

Call me Baby Momma cos I birthed your style

So where’s the alimony

I hope that’s what you’re about to show me

Me with my lightbulbs and you with your coconuts

Stayin' open across the dome of soaking the bud

Ayo the ox stone, chopped limbs, top spending network

Guillotine knock off heads, make your chest hurt

Test the squirt gun, you’re wet like spilt milk

Don’t cry to, my eye in alignment

Your face on the triangle, Jungle

Squad put mobs in rectangles

They rapper bodangles

Black face stack cake for the catalogue

You shit on the grass in a shack pushing cattle cars

Black mags pull up the pig, lookout

Shots through the lookout

Glocks roll, flocks south

While hundred sick and now street huntin'

Goodwill’s LA, hood meals, liquor stores

All we want is guns and drugs

All they want is guns and drugs

Feel more green

Trying to feel more green

Close your eyes and envision

We coincide with the rhythm

Despised by a critic, immortalised by the listener

Probably diminished, couldn’t survive in the system

Where real wives men flourish and fools die there trippin'

Newport shorts smoke in the city breeze

I never hit Four Loko and shitty trees

The mic feel like a knife steel, gritty steeze

Catch a slight chill tryin' ice grill Mr. Freeze

I’m nice still like a nice pill, drift with ease

The finest piff to accompany the epiphanies

A lil jerk copped the purp on his payday

Take a hit let the piff surf on his brainwave

I rhyme with divine enchantment

Cyborg mind enhancement

Pandemic sized disaster

I shake up your faith, please revive your pastor

And dynamite light beaming blinding task force

Blaq, Blaq

You not a cat, you a mouse

You a bird in a house

Get your sheet wet, smoking shipwreck in your home

Call the hoes, go for broke

Coastin' it now

Spend your whole pig piles round the roast stick pile

If the eye, now the whole thing highbrow

'Til it run outta gas

It’s high high all the way to the class

Make a quick stop at the ATM

Make a Benz drop out of first class

Hop out that plane, make that vertigo dash

It’s like our competition is learning to crash

I’m makin' a meal then I’m burning the cash

It’s all about sending message

There’s not a whole lot of us left that’s going back to the essence

Three kings, golden incense

Fuck the peasants

Fuck your presence

Call me the indefinite crooks

These psalms are Horcruxes

Brains on crutches

I clutch the mic, enticing these ears like Dick Butkus

Rip 'em to shreds, with horse heads in the beds

Optimism is the definition of misled

You won’t believe my meat is run this red

It’s Jaylib philosophy

And Stones Throw shit is a part of me to the point of ungodly

But I’ve been a god since junior high, pinching asses and bumpin' that Young

Gotti

Flow as molasses, cuttin' crop like tractors

Write my fuckin' squad’s name at the top of that bracket

Blaq Russian, turnin' these other crews Prussian

Crush 'em

My boys’ll turn somethin' into nothin'

Blaq Russian, turnin' other crews Prussian

Crush 'em

My boys’ll turn something into nothin'