DISTORTION PARADISE Lyrics

Yeah, white and black block, Cartoon Network

No bot taking my job, run the network (Facts)

Yeah, I'm a meme machine, and a cream machine (Facts)

Know my way around a sound machine, loaded magazines (Facts)

Any fucker who want smoke with me, trippin' LSD (Trippin)

As I squeeze the AR-15, school you publicly

Anomaly, hit the scene like a hurricane

Follow me, these M-Cs ain't in category

You see, I give adversary time to breathe

Then I make a pussy bleed like an ovary

We done found a nigga with the rhymes, with the cheese

Hop into the booth on a dime, casually

I'm still in the grime, this beginning of the climb

'Fore the light is lime, this be me before the prime

Keep it sublime, shorty want a piece of mine

Flow the paradigm, packing like assembly line

Yeah

I be streetwise, I be franchise (Yessir!)

Enterprise, know that I got supplies (Yessir!)

Chopsticks on me, chicken stir fry (Yessir! Yessir!)

Counter-clockwise, I'm on different time (Okay, yeah)

I be streetwise, I be franchise (Okay, yeah)

Enterprise, know that I got supplies (Talk to 'em, talk to 'em)

I be east side, NY bloodline (Talk to 'em)

Hit right in distortion paradise (Talk to 'em)

Yeah, these crackers got no intuition, and they want conditions

For the POC to be poor, beat a politician to submission

My dreams coming to fruition, I hit the ignition

Dropped out of the institution to pursue the acquisition

Of a cosign that would put me in position to complete my mission

Make it to the top, look down on bitches who had inquisition (Uh)

On the merits of my craft, as if I'm on commission (Uh)

If you question me, you need to answer to mortician

Seems to me these niggas really don't know who they messing with

Y'all don't hear me though, it's a mistake to check me, you should know

If you believe otherwise, I'll swiftly get to testing

With the TEC or any banger up my sleeve, on magic shit

Get you clipped, and when you catch the fade you ain't surviving it

Arithmetic, a basic principle and everyone learns it

Scientific, I leave you uncertain so you can call me Rick

All these thots giving head in my brain, know they ain't fuck with my wit

I be streetwise, I be franchise

Enterprise, know that I got supplies

Chopsticks on me, chicken stir fry

Counter-clockwise, I'm on different time

I be streetwise, I be franchise

Enterprise, know that I got supplies

I be east side, NY bloodline

Hit right in distortion paradise

Word, word, word, word

I'm from the neck of the woods where the guns go clap

I'm from the cut, boulevard where your neck get snapped (Talk to 'em)

And that's that, had my addy scratched off the map

Way off track, was wack but I'm back in black (Yeah, I'm back in this bitch, yeah, yeah, yeah)

After the rat race, whole place gentrified

A money grab case, passions petrified

You trynna save face but you look terrified

You know what's at stake when you reach paradise, and so

Quit kidding, can you look at me

And tell me this shit ain't killin' ya?

You's a bitchmade nigga if you do not see

The inflation, shit is blowing up

Equinox walks, leading two different lives

But when the cop stops, you know which side they ride

An enemy of state, of you and I

They put a badge on, you can see through disguise, and so

Changes we making, when my niggas group together in form

There ain't no supremacy, take equal rights and lefts where I'm born

We storm the ferry to seize your thunder and shock the whole world

In distortion paradise, I'm smoking till I burn the whole shore