Nightcrawler (feat. Method Man)

Czarface

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    No need to adjust your system
    This song call it Jack Herer, cause a hit strong
    Fist pump, Rebel on the set make your bitch jump
    Doubt me? Get in line, cause the list long
    Scandalous type, Nixon
    'Melo in your face, like the Knicks on
    Dick long, gripped in the pits with my wits on
    Low quick, short wick on a lit bomb
    Better strong any record Inspectah on
    I transform to a beast, call me Predacon
    Upper echelon, Deck'll rap till he dead and gone
    Was an ex-con, now I get my checks on
    Now a nigga's alright, like I'm never wrong
    Headstrong, stepping through a present-day Lebanon
    Like Marvin, I get it on, Rebel gone, set it off
    Then I jet, set where the weather's warm

    Florida, or something

    Listen, I'm a visionary, killing this, I'm stealing this
    Hang with a gang that's villainous
    Building this from the ground up, turn the sound up
    Lounge around, let the beat pound, like a Dillinger
    The handgun, can't come close, I'm a phantom
    Your brand ain't a movement and your jam ain't an anthem
    Tantrum, crying bitch, if battling's your dying wish
    I'm a genie, that'll grant that shit, I insist
    Fly shit, shrunken little sweater, yeah, we tight-knit
    Tight kicks, flow holy water, like Christ spit
    Ice pick, swing that motherfucker like a night stick
    Prisoners, tie son up, that Iron Mike shit
    Listeners, take a deep breath I mean I'm recessed
    ES, mint issue one, you the re-press
    Refresh your funny style, you should redress
    Speak less, what's a Braveheart with a weak chest?

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    A knock-out blow, he's down for the count
    A knock-out blow, he's down for the count
    A knock-out blow, he's down for the count
    Listen to this, listen to this

    I spit bomb, kill 'em softly with this song
    Clique strong, this ain't nothing like a chick song
    Big John, in the shower with a big blonde
    Switch on the power, little sour in the big bong
    I'm big, homes, y'all ain't living till you live long
    Big-boned honey, trying to keep me in the friend zone
    I touch down, try and put it in her end-zone
    Pimp on, then I dip on her like I'm Jim Jones
    Yes y'all heard the rest, who the best, y'all?
    You slept off, I'm a threat, what you rep, dog?
    Respect, dog, here's a bone: Go and fetch, dog
    Mr. Meth y'all, my favourite letter is F, y'all (Ha!)
    As I continue where we left off
    Next off the list, another hater is checked off
    Get lost you trick, check boss, or bet's off
    More music and less talk, I'm talking about

    I walk down the street people look at me and say
    Who the hell are you? I'm just an average Joe

    Dr Yorgo, the EQ on this will make Czarface's brain bleed
    He'll become so enraged, he'll self-destruct, hahaha
    Don't be so foolish, you oaf! I knew Suckface would be stupid enough to surface again
    Sir, it's Czar and they love him because he's a hero
    Well, every hero needs a villain

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