One Bomb State

I can't kill em enough, my camp can't call it

Spike the punch, counselor alcoholic

Brain like an abyss, blow that cancer

Get locked for killing a can can dancer

Can't stop the villian, I'm feeling myself now

Running a couple of times, I'm feeling myself out

Fuck, better you bet now, bet on your boy

I'm an idea not a thing, I cannot be destroyed

When they come, gon' get it, getting rid of them all

Cutting life's cables kid, better get on the ball

But I hit them all and they just targets

Anybody claiming they fly ain't ever really on a starship

Killer city sent them it's so sad it seems

I'm in between the sheets with a bag of dreams

And the option is I could bust an (af[?]) it seem

That I'm ready for the feddy and the half of nin, c'mon

We comin all black and red, we red all day

Fall back and say shit you shouldn't say

With a oh-ay-oh, run and fly away

Oh-ay-oh, one bomb state

In the tall grassy plain, your gun fly red

Fall back and pray, they would not say

With a oh-ay-oh, run and fly away

Oh-ay-oh, one bomb state

Can't get phat here, go figure you fatso

These cattles you can't lasso

Kc-mo the (saint[?]) lupe fiasco

So watch your spit talk, tobasco

Can't boss in a cipher without a passcode

Prolly can't spit bars without lying about your cash flow

Catch goosebumps off of my last ho

Bada bing boom anthony soprano

Smoke both hands on a piano

Brain lock, with brain matter on the back handle, mickey mantle

What you think my city's on the 1st 48 for

Can't leave here without your face sore

Can't tell me I don't know something I do know

I can't not do something that I said I'm gonna do so

Now I'm looking for that ass up in chuco

Cuz I won't give a joke until you go

They can't hold my style, they can't see me

Too hot for them, my show banned from tv

They can't read me, l-way running a play, running a route, take one of them out

The champeezee, done without the (dairy[?])

Son I'm about to stampede them

Big throat what I'm about, can't reason

Around at the (eve's[?]), lest we can count it

It's not real

I'm stuck in a box still

Tryin to be big as the biggie and pac deal

The killer city commitee, we can't pity ya

Rather you clap for me than give me chlamydia

Flipping the beef and triple e out in libya

The jam shaking the stands, hot (sedidiya[?])

You can't can or stamp us, I know folks on the low

Kansas folks can't stand us