COLTRANE_001 ft. Vermin the Villain Lyrics

Yeah

Fuck who’s the baddest

A person's status

Depends on who paints the canvas

'Cause life is vicious

And that’s the way we handle business

I'm slicing ears up like Van Gogh

When we tango

Dice you up like fucking street mango

Getting beat up

From the feet up

When they see us

To keep up

Better keep your fucking shit shut

Galactic

Toxic shit like plastic

Disappear like magic

Then I hit you with the jazz shit

Uh, I'm runnin' it like Stan Lee

'Cause man he

Had entire empire plans G

Yo I’m sucka free

So don’t you worry about the salary

'Cause even before preshow starts

It’s max capacity

Like holy calamity

Scream insanity

All my beat brothers

Man I break 'em down casually

With hands that slam scams and

Fans that stand grand my

Mans catch mad hands and

Jams like grand slam

Yeah I study up and buddy up

Till everybody’s buttered up and

Knock 'em down in the first round

Like batters up

I punch 'em out like Pacquiao

Beat done let the kraken out and

Bank accounts don’t mean shit

If you can’t crack or match the mouth

Scratch and snip

Blasting bitches take a hit

Man I guess I really am

Too legit to quit

Police tryna murder us

With that assertive touch

But sir it’s just

I’m sure half the planet

Ain't even heard of us

Us us us us

Yes yes yes yes

Us us us us

Yes yes yes

Half the planet ain't even heard of us

Us us us us

Yes yes yes yes

Us us us us

Said half the planet ain't even heard of us

Yo I think I --

I maintain in my lane

While I’m slanging Twain

Stainless steel Wu Tang ring

On my pinky thing

Skipping class to play Coltrane

Ain’t shit changed

Only fuck with jazz cats

On a first name basis

Tryna maintain homeostasis

New city, new block, same faces

Nothing new to the rap game

Shit stays the same

It's just traces

I'm popping off like "mazel tov"

Boujee-er then Häagen-Dazs

Mixed with chronic pounding

Whooping cough

Hack a loogie

Sidewalk be the civic duty

Never travel

Splitting gravel

Sound of gavels

Judge Judy

Ice-cold kelvin zeros like absolutely

Make 'em sweat with the set

I mean profusely

'Cause most people just spit a bunch of phooey

All kinds of hero dogs squaring up like Droopy

Man these streets be my fantasy

A million people handed me

The world filled with fake facts and tragedy

And most professionals never make it out of practice

Relying on the villainous pentagonal tactics

The illest young villain to rock the glasses

Ripping young vatos in half --

No second chances

Only living once

Regardless of circumstances

So if life’s a game of paper

Let’s see who stacks it the fastest

Raps to the max kids

Match with the slacks it's

Ducking down taxes

While still passing my math shit

Tisket, a-tasket

Slim pricks like thin cactus

Tired of my shit like Westboro Baptists

Met the Blck.B. on some sick, six path shit

If we’re being blunt

Let’s see who packs it the fattest

Bumping the racket

While the buses in transit

Fall deep

Into sleep

Counting sheep

Where’s the mattress?