BOMBS! Lyrics

Do you blaze?

Did you blaze?

Do you blaze?

Did you blaze?

Yes!

I spit heat in my sleep

Who you want me to surprise attack?

I got more rhymes than New York has fucking sewer rats

Sometimes abstract like an act by Confuse a Cat

But always explosive cutting wires

Can't diffuse a rap

BOMBS!

I drop like agent orange on the enemy

Far exceeding anyone who think they be ahead of me

You're history!

I don't advise you trying to beat me mentally

Essentially this ain't a competition it's a hierarchy

Yo let me say this right here

I only started doing this shit like this year

Already more steady than a veteran's nightmares

You shaky like his hands when he's pointing saying, "right there"

BOMBS!

They call me Agent Orange the way I make you sick

It's rumble in the jungle every time I grab the mic and spit

I'm flying high above while on the ground

They wave at me with sticks

You're Marv in Home Alone and I'm the kid above you chucking bricks

Now let me tell you next what's happening

If any fool is rude and in my way I'm going to flatten them

Platinum!

I'm on the way to diamond like I'm mining them

Rhymes inside my mind don't have to try I keep finding them

BOMBS!

I'm agent orange the weapon of war

You never seen a soldier wielding shit like this before

It's chemical medical grade material you can't ignore

More products than a superstore

I'm raining on you

AGENT ORANGE!

I'm coming out tonight

Sipping on Mad Dog it's only right

Breathing gas late into the night

No gas mask let my lungs get fried

I'm coming out tonight

Sipping on Mad Dog it's only right

Breathing gas late into the night

No gas mask let my lungs get fried

Jump off a building

360 no-scope your ass

I'm finna take your loot before you shoot

And take home your cash

I'm gonna spend it all on Kwik Trip chicken sandwiches

You know my Team Boobs tee I'm wearing pink like salmon is

And so I'm traveling swallowing yeah I'm tripping of dramamine

I got venom in my veins yeah that shit running through all of me

I got four hundred and fifty three demons under my belt

My bars be global warming the way I get them glaciers to melt

Finesse the brick

Both hands like I was ambidex

I stack up on the ye and them

Because that shit is not complex

Don't try to hold me down

You can't reach out

I'm too ahead

I'll pull up on you hit a stain

They call me Judge Dredd

Executioner

I'll pull up decide your fate

Do not ask me for details

Because I do not want to demonstrate

Collect and decimate

Getting cash I'm getting paid

I can't fuck with you

Put up them hands

We going heavyweight

We on the move

Break the brick to little pieces

Run the block

Make a move out here

Kinda sheepish

Pawn them hands

King moves

This not a game of chess

Because I hit the two piece combo

Like I'm ambidex!

Ride with the mob

Alhamdulillah!

Check in with me

And do your job

Ferg is the name

Ben Baller did the chain

Torneau for the watch

Presi plain jane

I'm coming out tonight

Sipping on Mad Dog it's only right

Breathing gas late into the night

No gas mask let my lungs get fried

011 Subaru shake the block when I roll through

Wheezy and The Game out the speakers like it's '02

In the Outback but I tip it like an STI

Water Street the drag strip this Subi is my red eye

When the light turn green

I push the engine to the redline

Packs up in my trunk

If they stop me I'm doing fed time

Spark up in the stu

This shit got me in space

Five gram backwood watch me take this shit to the face

Made it out Milwaukee now we up in EC

Trying to stack my first M before I get my degree

Feeling real Blu when I don't get to the Gold

Don't keep a wallet in my pocket

Because you know I never fold

My rhymes hit hard

Like a hook from a heavyweight

And Rob on the beat

So this shit will make you levitate

Drop a bomb on the track

This shit will leave you devastated

Lyrical homicide

This shit that was premeditated

So let me tell you how this shit go

Packed deep up in the stu puffing on indo

Smoking that pack

Dropping bombs on the track

This shit hitting like a brick out a tenth story window

So come at me don't miss

Boy I hit with precision

Could put a dot on your head

Like it's part of your religion

So watch where you stepping boy

You can't try to boss me

Because like the streets I'm from

You look twice before you cross me

Do you blaze?

Did you blaze?

Do you blaze?

Did you blaze?

Yes!