Connor McDees (feat. Taelor Gray & Skyzoo)

[Skyzoo]

Swear I suppose, there's nothing left for me in here to expose

Ain't an accolade alive that I ain't claim on my own

I been crowned since forever, been in here with the stones

June bug with the plug, how I weight out the goal

It's nothing new, ha, almost to the point where I be bashful

Double entendres are wondering what the mass do

Double high, caught 'em and wonder if that'll catch you

It's summersault slaughter so the flow is only natural

Like no shots to it, more so in sense

But I'm less about that, and more so bout a Benz

I'm more so bout a win, and more so bout the end

Being more than we can count, moreover your ten

Talking Russell in the huddle for a W

Instead of serenading the parade, but not enough for attempts

Know I may hear the beat, like the end of the speech

Like the only protocol of what winning should be is right here

[Taelor Gray]

They gave Langston Hughes a pen, Coltrane a saxophone

Gave me this mi, but they ain't give me no chaperones

Just me, just the ghost and the alphabet

Nine years old watching Spike Lee's Malcolm X

Yeah, I'm on some different type of energy

Whether hot or cold better save them extremities

Man, the jab got you running like Floyd

If it's money in the making, then the summer got a joint

I ain't running for the coin man I'm tryna keep my promise

Cause if I keep it G I'm selling honesty as product

And it's piracy, all this airing out keep messing up my privacy

Now I'm writing rhymes on papyrus leaves

It's hometown hero, not a hero in my own town

Got my own sound, I experiment with Mo-Town

Yeah, that's the offseason

You fish outta water and we coming after Caesar

[Christon Gray]

Nah we ain't done

I don't turn my nose up when evil stalks

I can smell 'em coming, yeah I know I can see it all

This the Ghost Protocol, call me Ethan Hunt

Leave the wicked with a broken jaw, they can't even talk

I tell the Pharisees: To each its own

Mene, mene, tekel, upharsin, read the wall

We all fallen, no desire to embarrass dudes

I offer them a parachute, they trade it for a pair of shoes

Prepare to lose, I ain't claiming the belt

You could never win a game that keeps playing itself

We the fighters and we don't wanna fail

So we put ourselves in prison

Every Christian needs bail, Lord Jesus

I'ma give a little more, I just wanna let go

Give it to the Lord, I'm just gonna let go

I'ma give a little more, I just wanna let go

Give it to the Lord, I'm just gonna let go