No. One Headband Lyrics

We don't gotta do this, you know

Come on, maybe you ought to just chill, you know what I mean

I mean, check me out, I'm happy

Cause I smile all the time

You don't ever smile

Therefore, people don't like you

I bet you even without any damn headband

Everybody still gonna wanna fight you

You just ain't no fun, bruh

You always focused on killing this guy, killing that guy

I grip the sword like a ronin holding controllers

Either that or I'm holding a pole and scoping for worthy opponents

Round the corner, crowing the buzz of drones droning

Till like four in the morning, nobody speaks of the warring

We getting free, but they don't wanna go to war

Then hold it down like waterboarding, we not atoning

Unless you gun-toting, my nigga, I'm not voting

Free-forming, I'm not combing, ballot or the bullet

I already picked the latter, I pick the pad up

And get to battle I ain't get the memo, ain't get the instrumental

Still scribbling them names in my death note

Get to packing your pencil, thirty screws in my jaw

This rapping was incidental, I'm black in the midst of devils

I pass them and skip the level, katanas, I grip the metal

Right tight by the hilt, when dread scott land it's liable to get you kilt

The bow and arrow probably get him clipped

I was speaking ancient tongues and writing Meroitic scripts

Nigga, yeah, uh

I was speaking ancient tongues and writing Meroitic scripts

Yeah, you was thinking about nothing, spewing Freudian slips

I see the meaning underneath, if I really pull it then it's

Sheath, I'm a dog off the leash

I cracked the code, beat the algorithm, broke out my niche

Not the usual plan, maneuver however I can

To get the number one headband, four-arm samurai

I'm the Vitruvian man, four mics in my hand

I don't move with a clan, I'm just solo-leveling

Don't let no more devils in, I'm the Terror in Resonance

They exported weapons and if you from where I'm from

You considered a veteran of a proxy war

Armored trucks, Reaper drones, and other obstacles

Check your notes, it's obvious they forgot the score

I'm Jonathan Jackson back bringing a gun to court

Wave it around like a wand like I'm Dumbledore

Wait a minute, you know, I just realized

This the first time I've seen you without the number two headband

And you know what? You look kinda funny

It's weird, man, I knew something was off

I mean, your forehead is huge, bruh

I thought your head was big, but damn

That's a four times four times forehead

That's what they mean when they say

Headquarters, you a big headliner, a headmaster, a

Shut up