Boondock Saints - Snake Hollywood, Mic Geronimo, Metaphor The Great

Bang like the 4th of July

The body of Christ, righteous thoughts that fall from the sky

I traveled the cosmos, my clothes wreakin' of la smoke

Im good in any hood, I get down wherever I go

& Ain’t nobody backin me down, thats word to «Papo»

Been nice since the sneakers wit the Velcro, LOTTO

Follow the bravado

The mandible grip of hannibal lecter, get ya face mangled & swallowed--Bitch

You know I walk it like I talk it, Amigo rappin Perico

I used to whip the base in the trap wit the homie Bree-Low

Free those, niggas who live by the G-Code, sip lime mojitos-

See through the eye of a needle just like a peephole

Im low-key tho, like a midget at his front door

If you dont want war, then what the F#ck you bought your gun for?

Truest form of flattery is swagger-jack

Rat-a-tat, lay you on ya back, rip the stitchin out ya red MAGA hat

This is boom-bap rap for the shooters that black without thought-

Never move without the knapsack…

Nah… ain’t no Political party attached to it

We just speakin the facts fluent through black music

These bitches change niggas like they change clothes

I identify with killas, leave ya brains on ya clothes… Snake Holly

Nigga you ain’t me

Saw me wit Ab-Soul

Heard me wit Dave East

Strangled them same beats

Ran through them same streets

I’m 2 degrees of separation from Jay-Z

Nigga you ain’t me!

Sleepin giant, follow the rapid eye movement

I prolly shack the booth with the catalogs of my music

You tryna shake it too, but ya swagger is inconclusive

The Masta IC & his talented gifted student

The most extravagant, Pan-Afrikan

Im capturing the passion of my ancestors through my arrogance

Yall ain’t listenin', white man’s wickedness

Done washed away the culture from my folks through baptisms & christenings

But brave generals, abolish the slave rituals

Fade you like a fiend wit a vein clogged up wit Fentanyl

Project Saint, Boondock ghetto Apostle

Cold blooded murder on the ops when I spot you--Bang!

(I am not for games, I am so attracked to the dolla signs

Money on my brain like…)

Live from Skid Row homie

You can still smell the spice, piss and the sherm on me

It’s the great one metaphor

This is dope, this is raw, go & cut you a straw

Matter fact this is crack rock hard boy

Nevermind a Mic bring rose stem pipes and chore boy

You see I got them lames in the hot seat

Cuz I’m on top of the game like I’m rapping from the box seats (yes sir)

From dirty jerz to them dirty South Streets

I made base and pitched without cleats or mouthpiece

Never been to South Beach, but I got some fam near there- that’ll lift you up

for the change like couch seats

(We don’t be online talkin bout we working- we ain’t got time nigga we be

working)

Stop all that gun shit plus y’all Liars-

Y’all just hold straps on tracks like subway Riders (META!!)

Nigga you ain’t me

Saw me wit Ab-Soul

Heard me wit Dave East

Strangled them same beats

Ran through them same streets

I’m 2 degrees of separation from Jay-Z

Nigga you ain’t me!

I promise you this… I been around killas that respected me

I been around bosses that accepted me

& covered under the umbrella protected me

Something greater I do think connected me

West Pico to Schenectady, I never let 'em get the best of me

Shit, the game needs a remedy

This is where the bullets dont hit ya, the diabetes’ll kill ya-

Not a beat of the rhythm could seem to me unfamiliar

& clout chasers won’t take me off my zenith cause I’m undefeated

Can’t afford the bullshit, things been good-

Dont wanna burn nobody now, although I know I should-

The Sith Lord, been turned out, know I could, But-

The picture’s better understood

Used to sprint, now I pace the run

Give my back to these niggas now & face the Sun

Cause none of yall are worth lawyers fightin through a case wit guns

Dogfood & lactose replacin funds

If you love what you do then the money’s gone come

See all we about here is gettin money where I’m from

Style too iLL, catalog of accomplishment

I’m on a cloud you couldn’t reach wit a obelisk (Nigga!)