Majin Vegeta (feat. King Magnetic & Ruste Juxx)

That ain't a drum I'm beating my chest to rhythms in my head
 We a whole different cloth every ligaments a thread
 Didn't make the yearbook
 Got my pictures from the feds
 Had a different homecoming
 Niggas wishing I was dead
 I wish a nigga would when the pains overwhelming
 With my boys in the hood
 Brandy round the way at Spellman
 I can tell when niggas telling
 I don't need the paperwork
 That's just an affirmation what I thought of saying first
 Gun or my personality people know my ratchet
 Gold a casket over heads that's how my vocals acting
 Global action had dickriders double local traffic
 Cigarettes in UK that's how you smoke a faggot
 Time to introduce east coast rappers with Oakland habits
 All those fantasies niggas need to bag it
 Cause they don't stick with the metal like a broken magnet
 Street corner consulate Khadafi god apocalypse
 Who hot as this? I'm still alive... my verses feeling posthumous
 Might even fake my death travel and get paid to rest
 Che Gueve... any second may connect a blade to neck
 You hairy bitch shave ya legs primp it up trim it up
 You talk the most, we mop the floor (with em)
 Tell his boys to pick him up Po
 And yo they big em up in Bogota it's Bonapart
 Fucking Joan of Arc, better than the freezer story arc
 Anarcho patriach spewing toxic masculin
 Judges the drop the gavel and ain't no stopping these Africans
 Compare me to Kymani Marley, Capcom, Konami and
 Insomnia at night, creep on you like Somalian
 Smack the guardians like Van Damme Van Guardian
 Ya sham is obvious youu scam the audience
 I'm in the Van with Marcus Garviates
 Extorting on a congressmen like a lobbyists
 Copping property till my whole family living prosperous