Bizarro - CZARFACE

Is your, ah, computer operative?

Excellent!

(ay, yo)

Excellent!

Stop playin', it’s my turn to smoke

Heavy dose of that murder I wrote, don’t let it burn your throat

I ain’t from the same cloth, they be turnin' coats

I’m hood, good here to Chi-town, to Sherman Oaks

Ain’t nothin' worse than true lies but new lies

I’m too wise, they be actin' like they shoe size

Stormy days make you pray to see them blue skies

I’m from the fire, right next to where the jewel lies

Scrutinize if you must, in CZAR we trust

Who hard as us?

Boy, we hit you with the karma touch

Tough as a armored truck, fresh like a barber cut

They love the words, simply marvelous

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Check-check-check-check this file

Your flow did it two retros ago (sure is!)

You was s’posed to beat me two death blows ago

We can go, we can go

Toe-to-toe

We can go

Toe-to-toe (Excellent!)

E-S back, when you thought I might’a mellowed

Grab the mic and rap you fuck you, don’t get Aiello’d

(Check this file)

My mind is the nine, so the brain’ll shoot ya

When I write, it’s like Stephen Strange lookin' in the future

There’s a shorty, umm, you got a corgi

I’m sippin' 40s and Rick and Morty’s on (Excellent!)

Slow servin' got me on the verge of murder

So catch me at your mom’s house, what up, Tom Segura?

Peep the aura, Zuck' in the Azura

tug-and-pull

I’m dangerous like Church’s and storefronts

Favorite rappers gettin' killed, what they want?

More guns (you can’t be serious)

Your flow did it two retros ago

You was s’posed to beat me two death blows ago

We can go, we can go

Toe-to-toe

We can go

Toe-to-toe

Wonder Twin powers activate

Form of: fire, everlasting flames

Street playa like Chicago, Mack the game

The response is, «Your Highness» when they ask his name

Obviously, he can control the molecular arrangement of his body

Yeah, but the odds are against you

Uh-huh…

I’ll livestream your team on the widescreen

As I beat a plea despite being obscene

Like a pipedreamin' crackhead’s hygiene

Rhymes eat your soul, put you in a sleeper hold

Goodnight Irene

Like and Adonis, I’m crazier than Xavier on the Sonics

You move the crowd, I hit stadiums with comets

And make the haters vomit as I read a Cable comic

This is food for thought, better put a label on it

This what happens when the shit is fresh, ya na’mean?

It’s like wild caught

They out there farm-raised, ya na’mean?

Sharing their house with the next wildling

Wildling

Wildling

Wildling