Zones

Yeah, that's how it goes, fuck what you know
 Its a new era we the brand new pharaohs
 Sippin' cuban crack from the honey at Valero
 All these blunt objects got me sharp as an arrow
 While my gypsy for a mama reads cards from the tarot
 I'm a alchemist strategist, internet rap star
 Saw ya bitch hanging backstage at my snack bar
 Tank full of fuel now I'm ready to blast off
 Unrolling linoleum on ya city's new asphalt
 Tipping the scales on ya triple beam media machine
 Getting this cream we the new A team
 Got a Barakus for my shottas, Beretta in my opera's
 Media trying and stop us, like we Janet dancing topless
 Only option is killin' shit, this job ain't got benefits
 Bury em all then destroy all the evidence
 From Allapatah to the square at Tienanmen
 Man we gone party like we long lost relatives
 That's how it goes
 When you let go
 Fuck what you know
 We lost in our zone
 Oh me, I've been known to press a firm line
 Ain't nobody gave me shit, I had to earn mine
 Rider for this motherfucking real shit
 I get to rhyming off the top of the head and start to kill shit
 Every word is like a hatchet to the skull bitch
 Chop chop motherfucker stop the bullshit
 Radio rappers always saying that they so rich
 Rhyming bout the clothes that they wearing I swear it's ho shit
 I'm on that real tracksuits and linoleum
 Pause, write my name on the wall in Rust-Oleum
 Out in Montana with a can of Montana
 And I'm bombing freight trains bumping Hannah Montana
 Real French shit on my fwet du bwee
 It's the 3 musketeers, no guest emcee
 My Alexandre Dumas when I'm rhyming too raw
 Rest in peace Ol' Dirty
 They call me Maximus Microphone dezonius
 I'm on that rap shit until it's only us
 My phono lust is soundtracked by sunshine and lady friends
 Zoned out on beaches where the heat cannot be paid to end
 How you think I'm smoking 'em dirty bars and blazing skins?
 You are non-intrusive non-offensive you're a vapor pen
 Time for us to gully up takeover the planet rock
 Digging out the muddy fucks faking like they swaggin' jocks
 Handle hot heating past boiling points
 At the jam you the man that come and spoil the joints
 We don't dig that it's solid rock
 Pill popping junkie getting molly whopped
 Otis Redding all your bars kick it off the fucking dock
 Morse coded living legends
 Ink it up cold with the snake and bat emblem
 Tell everybody we been running past the big pendulum
 And there's nothing that can stop us when our zones stepped in
 I'll tell 'em