I'mma leave them where they lay
Man, B county is where I stay
The microphone is what I slay
No hard feelings when I spray them down
Tough words imma lay' em out man I feel'n satisfied
I guess that's why they call me
ELOW The Great
When I say I'm from the mud
I'm really talking Mississippi
I bet if I go back now
They say they really miss me
If I skated back to where I came from
They was look' n at me shifty
Cause I didn't sign to a label and that's why I'm still Indy
I can be a pollen like a bumblebee
Eat' em up just out of gluttony
Till my stomach fills up
That's why I'm acting shitty
I'm a walking picture of a kamekazie
Crashing into a black Bugatti
Manifested into a zombie
Tatted up with "Imma live forever"
Scribbled on top of my rotting body
Choke' em out with my black belt because I know karate
My work is too clean
When I fade' em up
I'm never sloppy
Written in scriptures from Annunaki
Brought back to life from dead body
And tore the mic in half
When I started spit' n in Punjabi
I won't stop
Till hit or miss
I won't drop
Till I'm hitting bricks
No more gassing me up
I'mma spark the flint when I bring the heat
I'mma burn' em up
I put whole new meaning of me turning up
You need to understand I got the hustle on lock
So when I'm making moves around ya block
I'll be in ya city in shadows with the mob
Making licks and the whole fuck'n crew with me when shits about to pop
I got energy like copper top
Take' em all out like papa doc
I'm not a robot but I rock' n socks
I'll knock off ya top
Put' em on deck
I'm The iron chef with a chopping block
Don't make me chop the block
I got' em skipping rocks
I never let negativity be within my proximity
I got the gas that'll cause a green house effect
I'm raising humidity
That's why I keep the windows to the game locked
I keep the fear in these rappers
When the mics on
Bring the smoke cause I put out fire
Like I'm Dylan
Don't make me stretch back like a python
And Constrict the game when I wrap it up
With black Rylan
Un-loyalty is what I keep my eye on
I need something to write on
Snap shots at you
When the lights flash
Just like a Nikon
Im sorta like a icon
When I sign on
I keep my ice on
When the sites on
I fly on
With the money bag to
Taiwan
I'mma leave them where they lay
Man, B county is where I stay
The microphone is what I slay
No hard feelings when I spray them down
Tough words imma lay' em out man I feel'n satisfied
I guess that's why they call me
ELOW The Great