11th Avenue - Ink Blood Freestyle (The World Is Ours) (Prod. Sounwave) lyrics

(Quote from the movie "Sunset Blvd.") Everything set up gentlemen? Just about Lights read? All set Alright! Cameras! Action! I just want to tell you all how happy I am to be back in the studio making a picture again! You don't know how much I've missed all of you And I promise ill never desert you again Because after Solonly we'll make another picture, and another picture! You see this my life It always will be There's nothing else Just us and those wonderful people out there in the dark (Verse 1) The world is ours Taking mercury showers Opium For Funeral Flowers Hour after hour Chop heads of these cowards Put it a bowl of chowder And devour Like my diesel sour Ralph Lauren trousers You want the powder and the power? f** a 9-5 I strive To arrive And deprive The Rap Collective These sk**s are effective The game very selective If you saying my music is ineffective Your corpse goes out the exit I ain't messing with these p**y's Come push me Don't care who looking Putting in the hard work See me with my smirk I lurk And go berserk Go nuts Rip out your guts Hush Studio filled with s*uts and cigarette bu*ts (Verse 2) Cla**ic like an impala Blowing up for Allah Come holla For dollah Flow hotter than lava Rap ain't sh** it ain't nada My girl she loves Prada She over cooking my pasta Waiting outside Victoria's secret I saw a demon He showed me the beaches He showed me the secrets Took me to Egypt And in sequence Showed me how Jesus Is only a thesis Religion is mankind's weakness Left my spirit in pieces Yo! The radio harvests artists But forgot me because I'm heartless And I harness The scarlet Of the departed To diabolical for the market In this capitalist market I can sell your carca** for a bargain This style I started I beg your pardon But you're my target Eat your kids leaving blood on the carpet Growing tulips in your garden I sharpen My carbon Wanna be baptized in the river of Jordan Don't put no filter on this k**er Listening to Michael Jackson's thriller Outside of Rome's pillars Hearing Lucifer's whispers Preaching the gospel through twitter And stalking your sister on tinder Thinking why am I so bitter? (Verse 3) Mic Check Mic Check Hold up a sec Im not playing games this isnt chess or checkas Ima heckler Comeing for that chedda Its time to pay the collector Battle me? You should know better Hotter then jalopenio peppers You a p**y You a leopard You better be wearing a bullet proof sweater Tryna fly on me? Im plucking them feathers You cooked goose Ima k**a call me O Juice f** a truce Im all about abuse Thats why i produce Raps so obtuse Whats your excuse? I spit punchlines and chuck up the duece Fool Keep it smooth Like a smoothie Keep it groovy You do you and ima do me