RELTΔ - Want It lyrics

Hook: Qaa'im I'm f**ing through, now I ain't playing, somebody's got to lose now Tell me how you want it Verse 1: Mauci Ba** Whatever I say I bet you do it like Simon I'm the reason your influence is in rhyming Don't you compare the position that I'm in You silent, you stuck, you're invisible, you're miming Bout to rise, you times I multiplied Got us bring products out the f**ing sky She gave me mind don't you mind, this ain't 1849 Tripping on these laces got me cutting of our ties Brace yourself like your tooth crooked Before we put a patch on the back of your head thats Drew Gooden Drew the footing, tried to get radio play like Cuba Gooding I burn the track like I pirated it my foot is wooden You don't want beef like kosher plates Flow deep as Rose parades Four foreign women on four runners trying to fornicate Must I alliterate, the four is never forced but hey Add four and four I metaphorically just over ate Hook: Mauci Ba** Like ho, would you see that All these lacking motherf**ers won't believe that I got a vision in my head I want to be that I think ahead so ain't got to have a relapse I don't know but I have been told I'm way fresher than all my foes Somebody please pick out their clothes I'm way fresher than all my foes Bridge: Qaa'im Want it, tell me how you want I ain't playing, somebody's got to lose now Tell me how you want it Verse 2: Mauci Ba** I'm Pac and Nas in a knott, a drop of Ghandi on top A high tsunami come find me I'm highly blinded to yall Marcus Garvey could hardly mock me man you couldn't knock me Unless you knock the speaker out till the neighborhood watch come talk Stove flow is on 108, Fahrenheit is on 911 Got girls thats bad as satan, a** looks like its sent from heaven Ohh lord oh what a blessing, I got to learn my lesson Mama said to fall in love I fell down when I saw her stretching I'm a sinner but I ain't f**ing begin to Lose my path, if I do my math I'm calculated winner They infatuated, saturated by these tainted pictures Mama ain't raise a p**y you push me I'm skipping shoving mister I got an attitude at a dude that is wack Matter of fact when he raps his flow's latitude hella flat Add the fact I ain't black but my shadow battles for that I paddle manual pa**ing you rapping amateur pussies I ain't playing, all of yall can s** on my style I'm Martin Luther King's long lost white child I'm daft and I'm dope, yall can quadruple the vowels And never find a noun that's reflecting on my sound They told me my flow hot like "oh god, jeez" I write my compositions on a stove top, please We just skip your songs like we throw rocks at seas We see yall ain't cool like some low-top sneaks Hook: Mauci Ba** Like ho, would you see that All these lacking motherf**ers won't believe that I got a vision in my head I want to be that I think ahead so ain't got to have a relapse I don't know but I have been told I'm way fresher than all my foes Somebody please pick out their clothes I'm way fresher than all my foes Bridge: Qaa'im Want it, tell me how you want it