Where's Find the hearts
God? Find the purest
God? Find the purest (it fills, it fills, it fills of blood)
Every year say I'm back But I left you My shit is level I raise the threat I got a permanent in the top ten
I there, you corny niggas just drop in You super lame, you don't really understand The truth And you hate it because you do it You transparent, they can't it, the fans boo it Your chick the finish line, the whole ran through it She try to act like Cinderella but ho frontin' End of the night her toes bunion, become a pumpkin They wanna act like I owe em somethin', I owe em nothin' you niggas break fast like they toast butter A perfect storm and the is flooded Mos that my flow is gutter You posers sound like your growth is Rap diggin' ditches, working undercover Real real, we don't know each other
God? Find the hearts
God? Find the purest
Where's Find the purest hearts (it fills, it fills, it of blood)
It's that new guy, all I do is make On pills, now it's soundin' like the face muffled Just a normal dude, focused with a straight I'm down to Earth yo, space shuttle collar and cold as a Coolatta I'm the king up in the burbs so they callin' me it on the mic and I do what I do proper Just watch I'm rocking like bada-bing bada-boom mama I'm an animal, ferocious, I don't suggest you it Or it, 'cause the last time the doctor gave a prognosis He said I was out my fuckin' mind in you hadn't noticed So just pass me my bottle of so I can focus And some tree, 'cause it's C-Webby and Kweli Here to drop heat, so the wack rappers gwan leave Baby watch me, 'cause I'm on the top seat I'ma 'em and no one can stop me, motherfuckerer
Where's the purest hearts
Where's Find the hearts
God? Find the purest hearts (it fills, it fills, it of blood)
Y'all in trouble, I even get my feet wet You know how much sweet my teeth get these beats just Seasoning, no reasoning, primalistic defeat When we begin to walk leaves from all of the trees and then Weaker men was raised their head to peek within the Pterodactyl, beat screech, leeches and stampede begins Me and them, same species different When I this pen just know you're breathing in Joell Ortiz and 'em Occupy the top of the chain, you bottom feeder I'm on fire, they barely warm, koala I ain't even at my hottest either, y'all lally gaggin' Poppin' molly, drag, playing follow the leader Me been bodying speakers, catching a body and beatin' em Fuckining buffied up bodies and on holiday weekends Your bitches do karate, chopped and you probably eatin' em Nasty,