Mask (feat. Jam Baxter & OG Rootz)

Who's that? That's him

He's the one with the skin so shimmery

He's the one with the smile that'll turn your brand new dance into old Ming Dynasty

Golden touch

But he didn't want to show no love

He didn't want to put that work in that right there that shows no guts

You don't wanna skip that queue

You don't wanna rush that brew

You don't wanna tell no one that you're weak [?] when your speak is too

You just wanna be that guy

Live that life

Hit that yatti

Lay that pipe

Put that cash in your hand

Draw that line in the sand

Leave your hive

I never seen a pic where you ain't posing

An' look down your nose at me same hole that you poke coke in

Same fire that you keep stoking

My donny, that's a weak slogan

That rock there keep toking

Them boy there they can't test and I done told them

How much did you pay for the pumped up chest and the big bag of shoulder chips?

You could rock a mask on stage, we all getting old and shit

Old and shit

We all getting old and shit

You can wear a mask on stage, we all getting old and shit

Skin cells flaking off

On the street you leave your slug trail across

His fists were faded

Pixelated

The sixteen-bit scene face the boss

Another day another brain to squash, under foot

Take the loss

Wolf it down

Scrape your trough

The spice might melt your faces off

Shit (shit)

You just want to [?] that bag of chop

You just want to make your mark like a drunk old man going wild with a cattle prod

Looks like cunts came back in stock

Send straight from the planet woof

You turned up sporting the eyes of a rabid dog

And I ain't seen a man dribble as much in my life It went drip after drip now he's flooding the night

And now everyone's paddling dreaming and shanking their bredrins and licking the blood from the knife

And this city will flatten your skull in a vice

And then sell you the brain back for double the price

But killing it dead is becoming a habit of mine you can spare me your fucking advice

How much did you pay for the pumped-up chest and the big bag of shoulder chips?

You could rock a mask on stage, we all getting old and shit

Old and shit

We all getting old and shit

You can wear a mask on stage, we all getting old and shit

Dirty goods, good looking

I'm about what's cooking

Who stole your bookings?

Who gave the rookies them a whooping

I weren't handed a hookup

Pirates get your face juk up

F the position you've took up

You're gonna look up

'Cause I'm so, I'm so, I'm so gully

I'm like, I'm like show me the money

You don't you don't wanna know me sonny

(You don't wanna know me sonny)

But your going to like when you've got flow

And when your live and miming at your own show

Brother, was it all over though?

That wackness is a no bro

Don't be a hoe just come and hold a seat front row

You don' know I'ma let my ting go

Sixteen in the clip holding them out

One of them shots might hit you

I don't care though, you know what I'm about fool

Shout out to the old school I'm internationally known but move local

Like oval out on these road calls slapping emcees with these vocals

Should've just gone KFC