Takaya Sakaki Freestyle (Revolver Jesus) Lyrics

Talking that shit need a backhand

Bad man hold metal, got a Jax hand

Went headhunting and ended up in Lappland

Last stand y'all ended with no cash man

If I catch man running to a bag

Beat his ass

Black eagle ran through him no Van Damme

Go blam when I'm holding a strap man

Strap got his ass moving no cancan

See the dance dance I'm starting a revolution

This ain't no evoker I'm really shooting

Bodies drop had sees lookin real foolish

I'm after a bag that's some real movement

Y'all sit round and lack, that's real stupid

Y'all snared in a trap, my snares on a track

Either way y'all trash and you still losing

Y'all got a lot of nerve sleeping on me

Like Hypnos I'm giving these niggas some wings

He get lifted his body gon stay in the street

Your life get put down by the motherfucking tree

I can move on my own but I stay with the team

Dark hour Wu Tang, we live by the C.R.E.A.M

Strega like Vega too bright,

Way more than we seem

Uh I say what I mean

Jin jacket I'm covered in green

We been had it sewn up,

Y'all niggas lacking my niggas fat pockets, they bust out the seems

Fuck all ya homies I like to be evil, I'm calling the shots I'm not getting redeemed

I'm not sympathetic I like the aesthetic of riddling bullet holes all in ya team

You got it too nice understand my position

The difference is you and yours get it

My niggas gotta take this shit, nothin is given

Nothing is free, my niggas are livid

My niggas are grinding y'all niggas just living

So when y'all niggas slack we completing the mission

My mission to show I'm slick with the script

Five shot blick it stay on my hip

A flick of the wrist I'm pulling the stick

Wet a nigga up, sent em to Styx

Round megidola the shit never miss

9999 give him his wish

That nigga will die

He wont see Nyx bitch