Rob Markman Last Supper At Babylon (feat. The Ichiban Don & Punch)
[Verse 1: Rob Markman]
It's gettin' stranger by the second
People you never met with, gettin' angered by ya mention
And at your coronation, you can sense all the dissension
Homies say they down, but really mad at your accession
You try to split the pie into the fairest of dimensions
They plotting at the table you just sensin' all the tension
This the last supper, make 'em check in all they weapons
Heard 'em speaking evil with the devil in their sentence
You try and keep your cool maintainin' all of ya essence
Couple ladies in ya view, they slayin' all of they dresses
Sign of the cross just prayin' for ya protection
They shootin' up the party, they sprayin' in your direction
You made it out alive you thankful for all ya blessings
You live and then you learn you thankful for all the lessons
Done made a couple dollars, you straight with your investments
Can't take into heaven, so pray for the resurrection
[Chorus: Ichiban Don]
Oh, you wanna come from me, ha
Cause I am what it be, ha
Oh, you's a muthafuckin' flea, ha
Dust them haters off of me, ha
It ain't a thing
Oh, you really mad at me, ha
I'm everything you tryna be, ha
'Cause I'm the one they came to see, ha
Fake thug niggas actin' like a mija
Adios muthafucka
[Verse 2: Punch]
Look, I don't even rap for real
I only do this just to keep my true intentions concealed
Build the stock up till it's time to reveal
And peel the top off these niggas, the thought gimme the chills
This what happens when the madness matches the skill
Of a savage who lives life on the hill
It's nothin' to front the bill
My treat, hungry wolves gonna eat, you lookin' like a meal
I watch smiles turn into ice grills
It's a different type of drip when you get hit with life's ills
I gotta ways to go still
The slightest infraction I make a mountain out a molehill
While you push up tulips, I'm tryna grow still
My soul is in the soil, I'm from the dirt but chill
It's nothin' new under the sun, same light bill
Dirt nap, lullaby, NyQuil
[Chorus: Ichiban Don]
Oh, you wanna come from me, ha
Cause I am what it be, ha
Oh, you's a muthafuckin' flea, ha
Dust them haters off of me, ha
It ain't a thing
Oh, you really mad at me, ha
I'm everything you tryna be, ha
'Cause I'm the one they came to see, ha
Fake thug niggas actin' like a mija
Adios muthafucka
[Verse 3: Ichiban Don]
See I be doin' the most
Yadda, yadda, yadda, somethin' new for the coast
Mic check 1,2,1,2 I'm the host
Thanks for tuning in
I'm in the place to be I'm movin' in
Stop blockin', cock-blockin' is at an all-time high
And I been ready all my life
No beef, no beef, gut a nigga like a fish
Got your whole block tellin' you, "You lookin like a bitch"
Dog him
Drag him like he two genders
Deep fried outside, but he too tender
You na wanna war wit we
Redrum boy, Bone Thugs, harmony
Ring the alarm my G
Niggas cheesier than every barn I've seen
Bring it back, swear to God I've seen
Too many homies turn opps
Flip flop, get hot cause they ain't make it off the block nah