BOLT THROWER lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
The defamation clause states the god had a sixth sense
The intent, scorched to the bone like an incense
It's a god damn shame you arrived at the last five seconds
Never break bread with a punch drunk diva
Damn, it was all love
Now we play the odds, I had to get it back in blood
All my souls, swear these hoes just like me
p*ssin' in the wind, how the story bends
It can never be the same, free that n*gga Pooh Shiesty
The last prizefight will push buckets through the fourth wall
Bless 'em all with a full rolodex of roses
Spike intertwined with a slice of the tough love our mamas used to give us
n*ggas pullin' up with they shirts tucked
The terms got some updated conditions
A mantis in the key igniton
Big Scorpio energy got you cut down to a spigot
The silence of oppressed n*ggas
Smokin' dope with a couple loose bigots
The tape couldn't capture five-trillion minutes in the way then play it back and make sense
Stash the evidence amongst the carbon copies
It was reticent, the black man came with a specialty
It was evident, the truth left you with dilated pupils
You couldn't even peep the evidence
It was severin', sh*t tear up your soul
Lookin' froze through your decomposed vessel
Mess hall politic, crocodile tears for years
Got these n*ggas with they chest all out and sh*t
Dramatized model sh*t
b*tch ass n*ggas need to take it back to posterin' at the audition
Play this sh*t louder 'till the f*ck n*ggas hear it
Tryna take it back and copy digits
New division, velcro science
Steel-toed iron for the long walk deeper to the destitute horizon
End-time scripture, drilled in the form of braille
Still reads like an abstract picture
Y'all can't kill us, you hatin' n*ggas got a cortisol build up
Blockin' any lesson that the god had meant for ya
Black phantom in the south wing for six seasons
Please relieve every dart that I send reason
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