Blimes & Gab Baptism
[Verse: Gifted Gab & Blimes Brixton]
We do this shit the Luther way
Sharp shoot and march through ya crew
It has nothing to do with MLK
Burning sage lit the way through the disarray
Hit the stage blazed, made 'em raise and come out to play
Y'all been taking double Ls like you hang around a J
You're not down to blaze with two girlies from around the way
Can't leave rap alone, we got hella ground to break
And most these bitches motives fishier than rainbow trout soufflé
Clout is gay, asked Blimes, she said that's okay to say
'Cause nowadays, you on watch like 40 in A Major Way
People sending shots, but it don't phase me, bitch, I eat those
I spit back flames that leave stains like Hot Cheetos
I'm the daughter of a warrior, Laila Ali
My city raised a G, never will you play my team
I'm Draymond Green, Curry with the free throws
Thai iced tea, is you beefin', bitch? I might be
You'd have to reach a mountain peak to get as high as me
The way I see is like piano keys, you ain't playing next to Gs
You don't have the type of bags to handle all these groceries
I have these niggas breaking backs for me on they bended knees
To put it all out on the table like a centerpiece
The shots you take play slow, I guess they're rendering
We keep a thousand feet in front of you just like a centipede
'90s energy, like Keanu Reeves in denim jeans
And most cats don't know that we will rap
Circles round you Urkels, that is no cap
I'm Kirk Cap, my fleet strapped, you peeped that
Take 'em back to Earth, give 'em a dirt nap
Got yo mama dusting off her church hat
I heard that
I'm Raven, I have vision, it's badminton
Make the birdie fly, your whole message is half written
My gas tank has a match in it, the bar hath risen
This ain't the intro, this a baptism
[Outro: Blimes Brixton]
Warrior
My mama raised a warrior
My papa raised a warrior
My mama raised a warrior
Oh, my papa raised a warrior
My mama raised a warrior
My papa raised a warrior
My mama raised a warrior
Oh, my papa raised a