ULTIMATE [Teaser] (Prod.By Ronny J) (исполнитель: Denzel Curry)
I am the one, [bad word] your tongue Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street Under the sun, the [bad word] son Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family By any means, your enemies my enemies We wet them up like a canteen The yellow tape surrounds the fate Don't have a face so now you late, open the gates [Verse 1] Great, eliminate like ElimiDate Hey, young boy had to penetrate Face, young boy done caught a case Bang, now his mama living with the pain Wait, doctor says he's gonna stay Let him get the senzu bean so he regenerate Now a [bad word] harder than the head of the state Denzel Curry is the new candidate Ultimate, alternate, you are the opposite Stop this [bad word] chop your esophagus [bad word] be bopping it, bow down and popping it Dropping it in her esophagus She get so nasty, in public she classy Perhaps she is able to swallow it Girl, I can make you a star Then I put her [bad word] on Apollo, [bad word] [bad word] I am ultimate, behold my awesomeness Narcissist, part time an arsonist Ripping through cartilage, I am the hardest, [bad word] Wrap it up, put in sarcophagus Dearly departed, it's done when it started So now that I'm living so harmonious Feeling like Spartacus, Curry the ultimate I am the best, there's no politics, [bad word] I'm ultimate [Hook] I am the one, [bad word] your tongue Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street Under the sun, the [bad word] son Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family By any means, your enemies my enemies We wet them up like a canteen The yellow tape surrounds the fate Don't have a face so now you late, open the gates [Verse 2] Ultimate, infinite, flow is opium Open the internet, photosynthesis Put up parentheses, temporary Very scary if I feel like Dirty Harry Just might bust a [bad word] never knew my life But yet the question is is he fake, is he real What the message is, chop a [bad word] [bad word] up I’ma sever it when I sever [bad word] I kill 'em, no Kony, these niggas ain't homies Claim you the homie, I turn into Broly Dropping melodic, enter the cosmic Flow like a prophet, lyrical toxic Flow like a foreigner, I’m the torturer Out of South Florida, call the coroner Killed in the corridor, I’m the overlord Rhymes like a sorcerer, I’m an animorph [bad word] I’m a beast [bad word] you tell me who [bad word] with me K to the I to the N to the Claim you the hottest, but I disagree Better love something than get a degree This for lord infamous so R.I.P Arrivederci, [bad word] looking thirsty, riding through the dirty Like it’s mandatory, ending of the story [Hook] I am the one, [bad word] your tongue Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street Under the sun, the [bad word] son Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family By any means, your enemies my enemies We wet them up like a canteen The yellow tape surrounds the fate Don't have a face so now you late, open the gates