Torture Chamber - Jedi Mind Tricks, CZARFACE

I-Is you with me?

Yes, yes

Ha ha ha (ha ha ha)

Breathe

Oh-Oh yeah

Just you wait

I-Is you with me?

Yes, yes

Ha ha ha (ha ha ha)

Breathe

Oh-Oh yeah

Just you wait

They onto your name when you reach the top

How I got 'em lined up, have it lookin' like a new Jordan sneaker drop

That’s when the speaking stop

That’s when the creepers plot

That’s cause the hate start to burn like tequila shots

That’s cause I came from the bottom now I’m here

As long as you don’t step in my airs then I don’t care

Got a one way ticket to Cashville

Still make dome spin faster than Jag wheels and that’s real

Wanna swim with the shark, think you big fish?

I ain’t talking hairstyles how your wig’s twist

I’m talking reckless

I’m talking effortless

I talk later I’m checking off my checklist

That’s the bank I get

For devil’s loose lips, green eyes, screw face — that’s the thanks I get

High rank I set

While you be in your BCBG’s frontin' on some gangsta shit

I-Is you with me?

Yes, yes

Ha ha ha (ha ha ha)

Breathe

Oh-Oh yeah

Just you wait

I-Is you with me?

Yes, yes

Ha ha ha (ha ha ha)

Breathe

Oh-Oh yeah

Just you wait

We’re the rhyming replacement for Michael Myers and Jason

A homicidal invasion, I’ll watch you die in a basement

I’ll put your spine in a basin

I’ll cut your limbs into thirds

Cause you ain’t half the rapper that you was, shits for the birds

You’re where I’m flowin' on a rabid hunt

I’m bussin' and I’m rushin' like that LeGarrette Blount

Frontin' like you ballin' but you acting pun

A pharaoh with a killer rep

Movin' with a Philly vet, who put me on a Willie Pep

And now I’m busting realer step

Or I may be louder than Baby in Baby Driver

Amazing, embrace the rhymer

I’m major, you placed in minor

I killed it

You pay the piper like I’m rowdy Roddy

Body ciphers like a Bengal tiger

I’m hyper, there’s no survivors

My saliva melts steel

The vibe is real (yeah)

I’ll autograph your bodybags so it’s signed and sealed

Yeah, you gotta give it to him

Another pivotal win

I’m coming at your neck like I work for Digital Sin

Yo

Breathe

I-Is you with me?

Yes, yes

Ha ha ha (ha ha ha)

Breathe

Oh-Oh yeah

Just you wait

Yeah

Listen, slime, you a nursery rhyme, spider on the back

And mine is like putting a lighter to the crack

That new Gucci shit got the tiger on the back

And the Lamborghini sound like it’s a lion in the back

The goyard bags make it seem like its braille

The HK got a scope and a beam on a rail

See, as long as I’m alive I be the reason you fail

And if you reach for somethin' I’ma have this nina repel (ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta)

It took a minute but I’m back on my deen

But I still got these hitters that’ll clap through a bean (ta-ta-ta-ta)

Ya’ll ain’t the fightin' type, I don’t understand ya’ll

All you hear is shots and sirens like you in a dance hall

Arroz con gandules & mofongo when the fam call

Puerto Ricans everywhere, it’s like we playing handball

Ya’ll the type that for trick for plays, motherfuckers flea-flick

Creep on 'em and murk him with the pillow that he sleep with