50 – Odd Future
[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]
I’m a lotta narcotics, flow aquatic atomic
The way I rhyme in Islamic promises, ignorance is common sense
Straining my glottis, f_cking hungry hippopotamus
You n_ggas are in the bottom pit, of nauseousness
Is what I was raised around as a child
I’d rather chuck up my middle finger than give a b_tch a smile
Hostility fertile like my mule and 40 acres
In my Stacy Adam gators, where’s that mothaf_ckin’ stapler?
[Interlude:]
Uh, you hear that sh_t?
Ay, run that sh_t back
Yeah, that sh_t hot, n_gga
[Verse 2:]
Hostility fertile like my mule and 40 acres
In my Stacy Adam gators, where’s that mothaf_ckin’ stapler?
Good grades on the wall, n_ggas hate to see me do it major
I’m just a leader of my team and I ain’t afraid of traitors
Lacing my shoes, we the MellowHype jews
We controlling the crews, drinking Belgium booze
We animals out the zoos, with a fuse abused
B_tches brewing in our stews, on they knees like the pews
[Hook:]
Sock a buster in his jaw
F_ck the police, break the law
Twist your fingers up, grip your balls
If you ain’t got heart you ain’t got sh_t at all
[Bridge:]
Where your homies at? They’ll get f_cked up too
Where your grandma at? She’ll get f_cked up too
Where your b_tch at? She’ll get f_cked up too
Where the roof at? We’ll stomp that b_tch through
Here we go negero, I’ll sing figueroa, figueroa
Chucking up 50 people burning bodies and eating folos
[Verse 3:]
Aww, mothaf_cka wanna see you shine and I got my gold on
Clancy said I’m late for my flight, well he better hold on
Can’t wait ’til I f_ckin’ buy me a jet, there gon’ be some hoes on it
Just blow O’s on it, count dough on it
Smoking in the sky, damage the ozone, don’t it?
Sh_t, I’ll take a life for my moment’s moment
Contract your own sale, f_ck a deal, you’re in a option
Turn the bass up, get mothaf_ckas to go sh_t
Rappers nowadays are all phased when it comes to soft shove
If n_ggas saying your flow weak, you shoulda bought one
You call this brand new, to me it’s Santa Cruz
Don’t find HB the man to lose, you ain’t a bruise
Catch me on MTV or your local channel news
In London recording to Fuse, I’m the man that confused
I’m f_cking crazy, need slavery to be alien gravy
But I ain’t saying it to your mothaf_ckin’ brain, skull
[Hook]
