Orange Faygo - Clear Soul Forces

It’s time to exercise the bean under my du-rag

The cerebrum assassin I blast you two and your crew back

The boom bap disassembles you and your optical shaft

Shattering up the 20/20 cause a plentiful crash

Trash the stone, metal maneuver malicious murder

I’m good with my M’s, you good at flipping Mickey-D burgers

Master the coy, don’t matter if you tapped to the boys

And they tuned to the noise of frequencies, fr-freakin they broads

They kicked in the doors and exerted, that dime him out, torturous

Model 16 in the spleen now he swinging like a swordsman

Wind how I blend like alloy, binding the instrumental

More like Akuma’s teleportation move Ashura Senkuu

Whoo, whoo

Good like what we rolling that fire the piffy stick lit

And no you cannot get in this you foreign as Hugo Stiglitz

I’m with my people, my nigga, just easy breathe it

As we dig a little deeper most people won’t wanna bother it, so

Fuck what they thinking, I’m conversing with my man and them

Plotting to hatch a plan to mishandle these drum patterings

Spark it and walk on Saturn’s Rings, is bananas niggas rapping be stuck on

standard

Bender shit, hatchet Apache chief (hooked)

I’m dopamine green, tongue, is a quarter coca leaf

Vocally bust a pipe and place a fetus in your speaker piece

And with this pen I slay a beast

Woke up feeling blessed shit

I’m just mapping out this quest to be a tribe called next

My nigga I’m good

Like your average orange Faygo

Right out the deep freezer on a ninety three degree day

Old heatwave so turn it up get hotter let it bang

Sip on some crispy, grab my licky-licky let it hang

My nigga I’m good

Like your average orange Faygo

Right out the deep freezer on a ninety three degree day

Old heatwave so turn it up get hotter let it bang

Sip on some crispy, grab my licky-licky let it hang

You’re just in time for the rhyme scheme revolutionist

Pugilist, pedal rhetoric, ruthless shit from the euphemist

Passing on aggression, recipient of the blessing

Of tools to cut the head off the legacy of any rapper who steps in

Follow, I’m Achilles storming the beach, preaching immortality to my peeps

Decapitating the statue of Apollo rise for the Titan

Poseidon of this rap reservoir that you reside in

Ultimate spazzin' if there’s a title for lyricism I’m Ultimo Dragon

Double my body weight in championship belts and carry them no problem

Welcome to the ant colony of rhyming where we carry fifty times our body weight

while chasing dollars

Sgt.

Slaughter the author, the cobra clutch calligraphy got you gasping for air

while you nodding your head vividly

The quasar quotables, on a roll and I can’t stop like Louis Mendoza you

standing in the way of the knuckle puck

Punctuality breaking holes in this fallacy with them Fat raps

Goldberg, you just Julie «The Cat» Gaffney

My nigga I’m good

Like your average orange Faygo

Right out the deep freezer on a ninety three degree day

Old heatwave so turn it up get hotter let it bang

Sip on some crispy, grab my licky-licky let it hang

My nigga I’m good

Like your average orange Faygo

Right out the deep freezer on a ninety three degree day

Old heatwave so turn it up get hotter let it bang

Sip on some crispy, grab my licky-licky let it hang