WILD COLLABORATIONS ft. Type1ne Lyrics

Wild Collaborations, stout imaginations

Writing these raps like it's our infatuation

A killer imagination like a hostage situation

But when I'm within it's like the underground waiting, patient

Ready for me to take it

At this point, yo, it boarders on fascination

Placing fragrance on top of my new Sway shit

Eyes looking like I just boarded a spaceship, spacious

Like my imagination

To come up with half the shit that I'm saying

Playing drunk on the field, like Tom Brady on a boat

"I'm tasting multiple flavors"

My property, it sits there and it has ten acres

And lasers, and bitches who got motherfucking tasers

Razors and sport agents with multiple players

Motherfucker, meet your fucking makers

Me and Madi on a track, is like a great combination

Like Thug Rose champion

I hit you with the foot in the face, it was miraculous

My favorite artist is your most watched actress

Tackling, like Super Bowl, falcons

I ain't singing this shit, I ain't fucking acting it

But I can still snap into motherfucking accents

Panting for air, the game, yo, it's just grasping

Will anybody save it, yo? Madi, I'm asking!

The crazy thing is, I just wrote this shit practicing, napping

I didn't even break a sweat

And life smacked me with the right, but I dropped it with the left

And then I put my foot on it's motherfucking neck

And I'm running this shit, but I'm getting out of breath

'Cause the game I got the weight, on my motherfucking chest

'Cause I truly am the best, next genius and dest

On the track like Shrek while Fiona gives me neck

Hold up, I just gotta read this text

"Ayo T, who are we gonna lyrically murder next?"

Dagnabbit! 'Bout to end you poets, that's a "Bad Habit"

Back at it, it's King Madi, kiss my ass dammit!

Asthmatic

Running this game, I'm at track practice

Bouncing on the beat like jackrabbits

You rappers really need to stop, you're bad at it

Original flow, y'all can't have it

Spazzmatic, that's magic

I'm a Titan to this beat how I attack it

And if you think that I'm capping, "Go Ask Alice"

Call up Michael and we get to jacking the Royal Palace

You should know what I mean when I say you're average

Even as a feat, I go harder than a callus

Can't fuck with me and T, we the best, DJ Khaled

I'm so valid, I go at it, there's no backing

Had to take a peek at you, when I heard you want static

Got no flow, words travel the beat, nomadic

Ayo Type, we the 1ne's 2 repair this game

'Cause everywhere I fucking look, man they all sound the same

Take note of how I kill this shit with ease

Shit's getting real dark like Kylie in 2013

That's right, I'm problematic, and I've just about had it

With you mumbling ass rappers up in my apparatus

Master Class with this shit, leave you chopped up like a cabbage

Patch you up, and leave you in the lost-and-found as random baggage

I came up on the scene and changed the way they wrote their bars

Before I made them push their pens, they wasn't going hard

And even at your best, ha! Let me know love!

I can rap until my motherfucking heart stops!

And when I'm gone, see how the fucking bar drops

Eat rappers like a cafe, Hard Rock

Sense a snake a mile away, Arbok

Most of y'all emcees Minor - Warlock

You see, genetically, we different, inevitably consistent

Confetti because I'm gifted, spaghetti, don't get it twisted

Get ready to sit and listen to R. Kelly because I'm pissing

On any emcee who dissing Type1ne or the King

You done lost your damn mind, how could you ever think?

That in any shape, way, or form, you could compete?

Like I was James Brown, "Try Me"

Leaders of the underground, signing out... King!