Machinegun Rap

This is for the bandoleros up in the bandos
 Greening shots, that golden state I'm Steph Curry with the handles
 Fuck it, they gonna have to sue me for the samples
 I'm Charles Barkley and M.J., the way I gamble
 Every verse is a statement, I never ramble
 Line up the heads of MC's on my mantle
 When I'm on the mic, keep it lit like a candle
 Like when I spark the lye wit' a strain you can't handle
 Listenin' to oldies, I be digging for the loops
 Rakes, chops, and shit BluntOne who produce
 Blend it like a ninja, now her pimp got the juice
 Grooves got the girlies loose, pockets fat like Bruce Bruce
 Shoppin' for new coupes, panoramic new roofs
 Wallies and Chartreuse sippin on a d'usse-d'usse
 A butt like platinum spittin' acid over bass
 The result, is eruption, this flow is outer space
 This that Sun Ra n' George Clinton funk
 Afro-future, machine gun rap
 And for them hoes Karma Sutra
 The antidote, crush yo' cantaloupe
 The antithesis
 When my freestyle soundin' better than yo' written shit
 Flow ridiculous, rock a crown for my penmanship
 Player's Club membership
 Born a straight nemesis
 The government's my third eye, got me on some other shit
 I stay on the run, eatin' underground n' lovin' it
 Who the fuck is this? Tellin' me that I ain't the shit
 They maybe need a decongestant
 Because my presence is the essence of everything refreshin'
 Better watch who you testin' or a shot, is yo' lesson
 Yo' thots, stay finessin' wit' a smile on her face
 That bitch backstabbin', that's why you caught a case
 It's 2000-somethin' who still smoking mace?
 Why front, if you fake? Most yo' big, homies jake-
 Niggas who, got weight, never talk it
 Flashy cats be the target of narcotics and woos often
 Keep talkin' that bullshit, and see coffins
 Pine, oak and cedar, dirt naps, you can't see the
 Prominence, hail to dominant
 Ain't nobody fuckin' with me or my conglamerance
 This is politics a chest aimed
 Don't let em' get you gassed like methane
 See how their tek ain'
 Bringing you that med pain
 That Sun Ra n' George Clinton funk
 Afro-future, machine gun rap
 And for them hoes Karma Sutra
 The antidote, crush yo' cantaloupe
 The antithesis
 When my freestyle soundin' better than yo' written shit
 Flow ridiculous, rock a crown for my penmanship
 Player's Club membership
 Born a straight nemesis
 The government's my third eye, got me on some other shit
 I stay on the run, eatin' underground n' lovin' it