The Great Lyrics

I'mma leave them where they lay

Man, B county is where I stay

The microphone is what I slay

No hard feelings when I spray them down

Tough words imma lay' em out man I feel'n satisfied

I guess that's why they call me

ELOW The Great

When I say I'm from the mud

I'm really talking Mississippi

I bet if I go back now

They say they really miss me

If I skated back to where I came from

they was look' n at me shifty

Cause I didn't sign to a label and that's why I'm still Indy

I can be a pollen like a bumblebee

Eat' em up just out of gluttony

Till my stomach fills up

That's why I'm acting shitty

I'm a walking picture of a kamekazie

Crashing into a black Bugatti

Manifested into a zombie

Tatted up with "Imma live forever"

Scribbled on top of my rotting body

Choke' em out with my black belt because I know karate

My work is too clean

When I fade' em up

I'm never sloppy

Written in scriptures from Annunaki

Brought back to life from dead body

And tore the mic in half

When I started spit' n in Punjabi

I won't stop

Till hit or miss

I won't drop

Till I'm hitting bricks

No more gassing me up

I'mma spark the flint when I bring the heat

I'mma burn' em up

I put whole new meaning of me turning up

You need to understand I got the hustle on lock

So when I'm making moves around ya block

I'll be in ya city in shadows with the mob

making licks and the whole fuck'n crew with me when shits about to pop

I got energy like copper top

Take' em all out like papa doc

I'm not a robot but I rock' n socks

I'll knock off ya top

Put' em on deck

I'm The iron chef with a chopping block

Don't make me chop the block

I got' em skipping rocks

I never let negativity be within my proximity

I got the gas that'll cause a green house effect

I'm raising humidity

That's why I keep the windows to the game locked

I keep the fear in these rappers

when the mics on

Bring the smoke cause I put out fire

Like I'm Dylan

Don't make me stretch back like a python

And Constrict the game when I wrap it up

With black Rylan

Un-loyalty is what I keep my eye on

I need something to write on

Snap shots at you

When the lights flash

Just like a Nikon

Im sorta like a icon

When I sign on

I keep my ice on

When the sites on

I fly on

With the money bag to

Taiwan

I'mma leave them where they lay

Man, B county is where I stay

The microphone is what I slay

No hard feelings when I spray them down

Tough words imma lay' em out man I feel'n satisfied

I guess that's why they call me

ELOW The Great