C. O. N. T. ft. Sankofa Lyrics

We gon' make it; Fuck the frail shit

We tip the scales that Jada weighed the wales with

We reveal that skill's not commonplace

So we dominate, Cat O' Nine Tail whip

I can make a rapper submit, no playlist

(that that) that or just switch locations

Rap fans never just give ovations

My clap back is legit occasion

So rack that, I'm finna get more weights in

Scratch that, I'ma convince those hatin

To back track off the strength Bo Jackson (Bo Jackson)

Cause he didn't lift or take shit

Let me cook; give you nothing but homemade shit

They get shook when the killer is close, pacin

With no conscience, a collection of cold cases

That's On the books - no convictions or probation

I keep moving quicker than those chasin

And leave numerous victims with no traces

This mic booth murderer smooth as Ice Cube's convertible

After breakfast with no bacon

We gon' make it; Fuck the frail shit

We tip the scales that Jada weighed the wales with

We reveal that skill's not commonplace

So we dominate, Cat O' Nine Tail whip

We gon' make it; Fuck the frail shit

We tip the scales that Jada weighed the wales with

We reveal that skill's not commonplace

So we dominate, Cat O' Nine Tail whip

Streets are talking, gutters gurgle with sewer grates

Step inside it all for a moment only to lose your place

Maneuver at superhuman rates, my mind is alchemy

Lead down a path of golden silence with emboldened tyrants

Derrick Coleman, Jersey waving the four four

Got me jumping for Joi like Big Gipp at divorce court

Alimony love in the middle, of the floorboard

Callous thrones, where we at, shriveled in a morgue, warm

I express myself, don't even need/require the lane

My brain is the art, traffic frame of mind these biters trying to obtain

What a tangled web, in Bangladesh spiders are gliding away

Given props before the time of the day, saliva the blade

Rivals arrive in a cape I'm bringing the thread to sew it into a bag

Holding it down for decades, but they're beginning to brag

Bringing a tag along, autograph it, the caustic classic

Iconoclastic the trauma launching into the thoughts of boss sporadic

We gon' make it; Fuck the frail shit

We tip the scales that Jada weighed the wales with

We reveal that skill's not commonplace

So we dominate, Cat O' Nine Tail whip

We gon' make it; Fuck the frail shit

We tip the scales that Jada weighed the wales with

We reveal that skill's not commonplace

So we dominate, Cat O' Nine Tail whip