Hus Kingpin - Majestic Accolades lyrics

[Verse 1: Ghostface k**ah] Yeah, yo, yo Close your eyes, let the track just play on repeat All I hear is the genius on this beat So I cradled the word, street to blame, spice the lingo Breaker-breaker, one-nine, copy that, Kinkos Bagged up flamingo, gave her the Mandingo Met her on the first, amazin', I bounced on cinco No Coronas, no lime, no Spring Break tequila Kissed the blue sued coat, a pair of Filas All white sh**, I like that Mike Ty sh**, Punch Out A chick'll s** dick and take her fronts out No lunch out, no four-elevens No Sunday at church, takin' flicks with the reverends I gotta move baby, gotta date with the j**eler Big sh**, son slicked out like The Ruler Don't test me, bulletproof vest me I get crunchy, all chunky like a Nestle [Chorus: Ghostface k**ah] Bars, lines, verbal wordplay Spit, darts, sharp like a DJ Keep cuttin' 'em, I call 'em the butcher See your b**h on the street, but I'ma push up Bars, lines, verbal wordplay Spit, darts, sharp like a DJ Keep cuttin' 'em, I call 'em the butcher See your b**h on the street, but I'ma push up [Verse 2: Planet Asia] Yo, desperado designer, renaissance Head of the wave, I freed the slaves Lickin' shots up in the synagogue Tramplin' the trendy, what up with all the Walmart models? Frontin', gettin' over like counterfeit twenties Switch topics, I crack atoms And study how to transmutate metals with the talent to transform medallions I came and lit it up from Spain to Libya My next video should be shot in [?] My [?] productive, my time managed By nine planets, I shine equality, God illustrious Make me wanna pop somethin', no champagne Two fives on me, that's only if the pockets boney Cannabis cups, to only spit like I'm sellin' dope You couldn't visualize it with a dogan telescope Knowledge I sprinkle it, with fresh trinkets A man is what he think If so I guess I be the most successful of my species Tyrannosaurus mind, my outfit is forest fire Grind, Gorgeous lord, the scoreboard is more than minds Hold that chica, my pop-up shopas are lyin' around the corner So loud like throwback sneakers [Chorus: Ghostface k**ah] Bars, lines, verbal wordplay Spit, darts, sharp like a DJ Keep cuttin' 'em, I call 'em the butcher See your b**h on the street, but I'ma push up Bars, lines, verbal wordplay Spit, darts, sharp like a DJ Keep cuttin' 'em, I call 'em the butcher See your b**h on the street, but I'ma push up [Verse 3: Hus KingPin] Clean my guns with God I look down on n***as who I look up to Blood pool, backstroke, Lord [?] on coupe Shrooms in the iceberg jean coat Superdry speedboat, all black like Catwoman Tryna go up, sniff a coke plant That forty inch rifle, man We loud, proud, liquor n***as I used to rock the fat lace Caesar with the moon halfway I'm movin' like the wind breaks Wu chain when the acid face The time minds provoke thought, you stuck in a war Y'all n***as only beefin' with time A couple wine bottles was enough Impressed your b**h, had a f**in' [?] on her tits She squirt like the star split We all hit, and back flipped Now that p**y like a mosh pit Huh, Wolves jumpin' like Chris Bosh Jumper in the fourth You dealin' with the wave, love Batcave k**er, I'm writin' letters to silk, huh Gandhi carpets you bleed on like milk From hand steady k**er hills Swavo