Ft. Iron Ora

(Verse: wiseguy)
A new era of terror, takin' nothin' but the cash flow
Only fuckin' with boom bad bitches that please they asshole
The basid ambassador, jiggidy JABRJAW
Cut through the bullshit like a matador sword
Rollin' heavy with warlords, and four door Chevy's
On a wall tour course, the encore's ready
Rock steady, crazy leg can't sweat it
Crazy pay, layed up in yo bitch crib
Majority writin', even heathen beats pure ray(?)
The goddess neva bittin', fresh is the forte
Beat a bitch emcee like a court case (c'mon)
It's all these sucka rappers keep it softer than Soft Bay
Aye, we fornicate without foreplay
Just to keep these hoes curious like Jorge
Yeah, up in Florida all day, doin' this shit
Pencil marks in the doorway

(Interlude)
All that mush balbo shit
Tryna come thru, fuck that!

(Verse 2: Iron Ora)
We get to poppin' like electric boogaloo crew
Split crowds with the mic when I move through
Blue crew, deuce cuncid kush
Pushin' boundaries when I chose to
New tools found dickin' in the crates
Produce jewels, on the globe livin' straight
Fake rappers always talkin' how they shippin' weight
I'm just a vessel for defy, to manifest(?)
Kinda like a cosmic orc goin' to quest
I stay blessed with the premonition
Neva stress, just on a mission
Like we're Basshead, tryna find that first edition
Off his mind from the last time he lost it
He got to get payed but that what cost it
Get the ? of this art and coach it
Stick infiltration off yo can, bye vultures