[Verse 1: Shinin' Kid]
Tha Power's expressed in silence
Shinin' Kid, Suroh always next to the scene
Don't you forget that my favorite is the machete ?
First name Jason, and I ain't gotta talk dirty
They be sleeping on us cause we the dream team
You know ? They told me "Switch your BlackBerry to iPhone"
Device told me "Too hot needa cool down ,getta of my zone..."
If you see me walking face down it's cause I like watching clouds
Hatin' my nine one cause I got that nimbus cloud
Next to my flow, Gollum would look cute
Raping the beat so loud prolly get a lawsuit
Y'all really got sick of F-L-U bars
SCD always H-O-T on'em tracks
"I'm number one" (so am I)
But ain't the one who's lying
Soon you'll hear about the reign of Shinin' King
Cause the way we kick rhymes, Sterling-Sturridge on the field
Goal ain't an issue, we just kickin' it before scoring
You know, age ain't nothing but a digit
I'm pretty sure I can teach you how to molest a beat
Matter fact they actin' like teenagers cause they hating
I'm a madaf**ing mad scientist in the making
You're 'bout to express the feeling of talkin with no air
That's just a little spark from the fire that I can spit
All the ambition you got simply reduced to despair
Here's my recipe to prolly make another hit, wa**up
Pfiou mais qu'est-ce que jfouuuuus la ?
I'm so high, J'pourrais dire n'importe quoi
Check me out
Même si ton mec s'appelle Jordan il m'arrive pas à la cheville
Avec le rythme scd que j'ai pris je risque de l'achever
Ohhhhh...
Sometimes I wonder why I'm silly like that?
Pretending that Tinashe is my main
Yeah I know that's insane
Being clever can be so bad for my brain
But it's a part of my game
Look, they ask me to lose but lo que tengo es la Luz, comprende?
Cause I gotta make myself clear, puis merde, j'en ai a**ez..
Paiting my vision of the world with the I'z Of a Kid
Only got pen and a paper et tu connais la suite
Just step aside if you just tryna eat my meal
All them hyenas in the jungle gotta keep it real
Caution : When I come up n***a
Deflagration when I blow up
Y'all lucky I ain't born an American
Cause all them bars wouldn't be easy to carry then
My accent make'em words taste gastronomic
Unfortunately you ain't smelling that sh**
That's ironic
Top chef n***a
Ain't f**in with too many negus
Blackening my pages
Cause I don't want these negus to add wrong spices
Nah'm talkin' bout ?
$uroH bring the heat come on
[Verse 2: $uroH XIII]
22
I don't tote 22's
I'm 22 perfect caliber age to k** you
Young but King f** the Queen
Dream your life or live your dreams
Young n***a it's up to you
I'm fresh as f** all these n***as copy and paste
All them b**hes wanna make me them first and last
I'm human torch
Pac and Biggie be ghosts
Whispering bout my flow
" Keep it up n***a ! Bravo! "
I'm too French to be polite n***a f** the World
Your b**h is surrounded by stems Call her flappy bird
Remember that, Young n***as powerful
If Y'all wanna grind Y'all need our power Fuel
Muthaf**as