Blaow - Clear Soul Forces, DJ Odilon

Aite hold up

Is this thing on

Still…

Dropping that shit that’s making you wonder

How are these niggas together for ten winters and the summers

How Ilajide gunning, thinking we’d be running outta ammo

Put the NPC in the Stallone nigga that’s Rambo

Baby bu-bu-busting on ya, Tss!

Tss!

Tss!

Tss!

We puffing on ya

Blow up like it’s a Samsung battery, ready to load up for ya

Load up, soldier bringing the war upon ya

Russo on ya

Frank Castle hiding in the begonias off of the melatonin

Sleep walking still chalking up lyrics to kill opponents

Drop gems like The Mad Titan with mad arthritis

Trying to assemble the gauntlet with every rhyme and

Can’t stop using the time stone to hit rewind

Every time I forget one of my lines

Dropping land mines before I step in the building of America

Gentrify the area

White supremacy the remedy

Who’s that peaking in my window, Jim Crow

Blaow!

Hold that!

Blaow!

Hold that!

Are you ready?

Blaow!

Hold that!

Blaow!

Hold that!

You know how we do

Pay… pay… pay… pay… pay attention

You… you… you gettin' knocked the fuck out like my Mike Tyson

The… the… the… the whole crew get down

Keep it going, I flow and knocking haters off a throne that people barely know

they sitting on

Throwing parties, making

Shitting in the toilet, rolling up

Getting fellatio, right up on the sofa

With the Forces give a dose of superior focused on

Delivered them faster than orders from Jimmy John’s

Fuck up the opening

Entrances intricate, beats known just to punish ‘em like you finish a

Skull and crossbones, chicken wing your favorite rhyme spitter

My loud as the Don Bishop

Game spitters get pimp slapped just for clogging lanes

Still the shit like wasn’t 46

I treat you all like a bowl of grits, ain’t nothing sweet

L to the A to the Z nigga what

I make ‘em holla like Ante Ups in your Impala

hold ‘em up for the squadron

Blaow!

Hold that!

Blaow!

Hold that!

Are you ready?

Blaow!

Hold that!

Blaow!

Hold that!

You know how we do

Pay… pay… pay… pay… pay attention

You… you… you gettin' knocked the fuck out like my Mike Tyson

The… the… the… the whole crew get down