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Head Honcho

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Head Honcho

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Doin' my best just to not blow my coverKnow it's all just a test, but I can't pass up this hungerThere's still a hole in my chestand I'm tryna strap it with numbersAll you hoes got your checksBut I'm a queen when I run upCross a king with my huntersShootin' threes in abundanceRookie Gs actin' thuggishYou're pawns to meshut the fuck upAnnihilation's what we loveSteady hittin', gettin' dodgedJust wait 'til we get the guns outKwarenta-singko na kalibre o nuwebe, 'kaw na bahalaSa dinami-rami mong mali, utak mo lang may tamaSa kitid mo mag-isip, pare, 'la ka man lang na banatNaglalim-laliman, ang sarap mong ilublob sa dagat'Di kailangang magpatunay sa sinuman ang nakikinig'Di masasalag ng sintido o ng iyong bibigPicture this, I might be a hero to your little kidOr a villain, either way, I'm the fuckin' headI'm the head honcho, money comе from my flowQue hubole, blanco? Then gеt the bread pronto (Uh-huh)Yeah, I'm the head honcho, money come from my flow (Yeah)Que hubole, blanco? (Uh)Then get the bread pronto (Look, I got)I got loose scripts, to gripthat's the shit I'm smooth withI'm the new kid that these fathers can't fool withCept my loose lipsAre tighter than how these boots fitI got that new dripthat drowned titanical cruise shipsDon't you dib and dabble too closeJust watch us from the distanceI don't fuck with all that glucoseYou fall and need assistanceI could do the same, but who knows?I'd rather say, "Good riddance,"Jack the Ripper rippin' parolesAnnihilate with persistence to tryto say somethin' differentBut by today, I'm just spittin'to rhyme while makin' a livin'But mama say that I'm differentshe proud of how I do businessI kinda resemble Hitman that got away from the killin'I'm the head honcho, money come from my flowQue hubole, blanco? Then get the bread prontoYeah, I'm the head honcho, they call me the boss, thoughYou can call me Marshall, then get the bread pronto (Yo)You don't relate to meguess you never been angry or sad (Hm)Or maybe just have never had to face any adversityTake any ass whippings, I basically hadTo see some shit that'd make you faintlike you're fakin' a jab (Pussy)Bitch, you wish you had a life like mine (Yeah)You just fantasize the shit you writeyou guys like lyin' (Yeah)Everything you ever been through multiplied by nine (What?)Ain't even half the shit I went throughby the time I was five (Like, what?)Saw my uncle get stabbedtook a knife right in the abs (Yeah)And all he was tryna dowas get my tricycle back, yeahThe one that Boogie, Malcolm and Isaac just jackedAfter they jumped me and stomped me (Boom)and hit me twice with a bat (Ugh)Was five and a halfSecond time I survived an attackTwo twins, they call themselves the bulldogs (Hrr)white kids and fatI was too frightened to scrap (Ha)I didn't fight or hit backAnd you wonder why is it thatI treat a mic like a gat?Fully loaded, but I pull it, a bulletfrom out a barrel the size (Brr) of a derringer fliesThat's how I would characterize lyricsBut America, I could see the fear in your eyesYou saw my terrible side, the blonde hair and blue eyesNow, the writing is on the wall like graffiti stillIf you're havin' trouble readingwe'll make it simple, he's EzekielEasy name to remember (Why?)'Cause his rap name is the sameas like ten minutes on stage is for me (Oh), easy millOr should I say measly mill? (Haha)Yeah, 'cause as sure as Maused to feed meSleeping pills to keep me (Yeah)sleepy still, it was creepy'Cause indeed, she (What?)could've easily Casey Anthony'd me (Yeah)These rappers, I'm above 'embut punchin' down ain't beneath me (Nope)Cold as the wind chill factorbut the fact is I don't know when to chillBut every time I come out, they expect meto fuckin' reinvent the wheelRappers get praised for spittin' barswith less than the tenth of skillImbecile on the ledgelike a Benzo pill on a windowsillNow "cancelled" ain't the word for meYou need a term that's probably strongerthan dirty laundry (Hell)This controversy got me in the worst of quandariesFeel like the Earth's axisThe world's turnin' on meLike them cops in Akron, Ohio with Jayland WalkerAin't caught this much flak in a while (Nah)since back as a child (Damn)And all I did was say like one thing bad then it spiraledSaw you crackin' a smile (Haha)then relapsed into my old waysBack into vile (Yup)Guess there ain't no civilizin' a savage, and I don't (No)Give a fuck if you hate me worsethan each track on Revival (Huh)Bitch, I'm back like a spinal (Yeah)get it crackin' like chiros (It's the)It's the coup de grâce, I'm cruderthan removin' claws from a cougar's pawsAnd throwin' it back in the wild (Fuck)But you tamin' me? Ain't gonna happen, and I'llLive on planet denial (Ha) for the rest of my lifeBut you'll be a stan 'til I die, though (Ha)(You'll be a stan 'til I die, though)
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