Blackhandpath Primed Up
[Verse 1]
I was born in the chatrooms
Ban all babyboomers from computers
Born furious, black Rudolph Nureyev
Not really though, I'm YouTube
You just Vimeo
Ey, how many Gs a year does the pope make?
Ey, how many seeds a year can your throat take?
You outdated like Netscape and VCRs
I think your shit need CPR
I think your shit needs get taken out back
Needs to get thrown in the trash
And what the f..ck you gone do about that?
What the f..ck you gone do when the blackhandpath
Crosses the wires and lights the pyres
Usurps the throne, becomes the sires
Nothing left to do but follow the fires
[Verse 2]
Oh no no no, you done f..cked up now, initiate hatemode
Universal source code, throw 'em in the rivers
Tam, Cuomo
Mad foreign, gimme the yen, gimme the yen
Blackhandpath knows this for certain
Back hand slap will bust your turban
All fates will worsen
You don't wanna get me primed up
I end up the in the line-up
Suspected of crimes I'll be jailed up
And down the eastern seaboard coastal line yup
That ain't a boast of mine son
But I toast to crime dun
I'm accessing the funds
Whether keyboard or gun
[Verse 3]
Let 'em snitch let 'em be
Let 'em die
When the cops investigate deny
Everything f..cking thing they ask
All the time, local cops or FBI
I ain't out for a fair game
Lames'll get maimed
Hack the mainframe or lace the Tim's boots and sell 'cain
The hustle is the same
[Verse 4]
They know they done f..cked up now
The problem child ain't silent now
Up in the DSM wiling out
Dosed on DXM who's smiling now
Soaked to the bone in poison
Addicted to the broken noise and
Full collapse no rejoicing
Fatal noise ending choices
