Slum - Party at tha Lair lyrics
Switch menace Bad trip Spooky forest n***a Black elk Nu wave Let tha chorus trigga Elbows AKs Make tha story richa Figurin about myself Notorious tha horror picture Got up off that ego Few scars n a couple stitches Listing pissed Tha propaganda Salem to a couple witches Noose up on tha cadence Feelin faintish Flow apocalypto Shoutout to my gutters Rebel squad And all the things we into co*ktails n hand grenades Say pour a 40 Toss tha mental Flaunting with my main I can't dumbit any simple Poppin collar populous A power fisted opportuist Im in tha village hidden mist N carbons tryna copy this Forkliftn barrels Tippin overin of tha illest sh** My cup runneth over Feelin saucy man im too legit Party at tha lair f** water walking air Its the genesis of flow Rocket launcher catching air Wasn't never bout tha money This whole rapping sh** a dare Just to hush the f**ing ego Burn tha sh** like it was nair Cuz tha internet like bino On my cloud they seein rare I ain't moving off a c note Ima tear this sh** a bear Ima muscle up camino You can't me out ya hair Ima swipe tha whole casino Roll a stack n blow tha air Party at tha lair Its tha party of the rare Said a party at tha palace Not invited you ain't here Stuntin like a mastadon y'all catchin bends n pa**in on tryna cop the leagues beneath me stupid what you smackin I'm modeled after constellations proving all these pastors wrong since I was in diapers sarcastic riding laugh along Miss tha hydroponic I thought the feelings was cast in stone rebel loose unchained em molecular carbon catacombs diamond ima glisten yung merkaba ima move alone astral body get em I'm lethal swappin a cap for domes Swap the stainless for the painless route to topple Rome paintings of your adversaries call em Jesus tappin domes Mental fixture hear tha crackle like it's cellophane f** a thumb print retina scanning on tha telephone iPhone configurations piloting ya nearest drone crash into the haven wit a halo gunnin al Capone Didn't mean it so dark Perfect in rare my start one year mastery I shift into the early art speaking with a purpose ima stir tha pot and boneyard tell em come and get me boy I'm ready for them polestars polished poppin hammers possibly they slip bananas peelin puppets power punchin bustin busters bustin blisters purposeful I pop up in it peddle Tussin lean a gimmick everybkdy just a minute lay upon it so demented and my ammunitions printed I ain't runnin for a minute ima sit here cold gazing rock steady independent