The Great Lyrics

Yeah… (the mighty Thor!) yeah

It's that ninety five chef shit

The remix

Don blake the great

Rob de niro typa shit

Mafioso's manual

My mind feeling real sharp on this one

Make way for this croc that'll swat at ya beard

Got pockets on octopus outta my ears

Scarfacin' it, a lotta looks here? i stay blazin' it

Hellraisin it become one with the sun and spray rays of clips

Y'all bastards gettin razor split, fuckin' wit don

Blake great make it rugged tough puffin that chron

Nic shit sick arsonist housin' fire

Earned more stripes in the south than a towson tiger man

I'll bruise a cage infusin' rage

Pest in your nest, my bug outs immune to raid

Line the bars up, sippin' bacardi out of a large cup

Smack ya temple with mike trout's bat, had ya starstruck


Hitting like the majors, send whacks back to they maker

Safe swimming wit the gators, put your foot in? you couldn't

I spat till it was stuck put up stats like amare

You gazelles gulpin' water get chomped at the safari

Who coming with that gritty shit? don blake the great

Who coming with that city shit? don blake the great

Who coming with that real shit? best replace the fake

Out the gate! ain't none of y'all fucking with the great

Ayo, lighter to the side of my leg, i'll pick at your head

Hydro branch tucked my blood is thicker than meg

Breath bali'n fresh, i cut chords like its scallions

With two fists old soul took out entire battalions

Big man, you fucking with, Thor in the flesh

Aim stains at brains got nothing in ya core that's this fresh

Y'all detect for kept secrets i squeeze get renegaded

The wordplay that i disperse is way too innovative

No clips of you spittin' that's sending me

Blake's an impeccable ally but way fucking worse as an enemy

Clouds movin' wind blowin' by surprise when i ring shots

Been lightnin' strikin', verbally spin blocks with twin glocks

I kick game, movement of my fingers give piss stains

Shoot through green lights like squid games, it's monumental

The god could hurt you, my haze flavor yellow as simpsons

Couldn't step foot in hoods my purple wally's left prints in

Tints thin my shades, sharp as razor blazes

Let me introduce this pellet to the back of your brain

You insane playin old soul counting sheep, ya style collapsed

Bumpin' from c-74 to alcatraz, this energy screamin

Who coming with that gritty shit? don blake the great

Who coming with that city shit? don blake the great

Who coming with that real shit? best replace the fake

Out the gate! ain't none of y'all fucking with the great

Who coming with that gritty shit? don blake the great

Who coming with that city shit? don blake the great

Who coming with that real shit? best replace the fake

Out the gate! ain't none of y'all fucking with the great

Know how we do it

Yeah!.. Yeah… none of y'all none of y'all

Essex county boulder on my shoulder