Band of the Hawk - Azizi Gibson

I dedicate this to my real trill niggas and a few trill bitches

I bought a six fo with 16 switches

Make a bitch suck my dick in like 16 seconds

With your girl and the weed in them, make em' kick back

Read a book lift with it

Times get hard and I’m sharing my dinner, nigga

Sell a little weed just to get a fuckin meal ticket

I ain’t worried about shit

While you, always worried about a bitch

Bitch nigga you can sucka dick we ain’t about to trip

Unless it’s about a grip

Make a whole nigga strip take all your shit

Take all your bitches, scratch that

You can keep the bitch, I’ll take all your riches

No witnesses pop your eyes out bring em' with us

If you don’t get it now you can stop fucking with us

You better watch your mouth

Got a hundred niggas in the pen, wait until they come out

Put a meal on a nigga, get your ass (?) out

Put a meal on a nigga get a dick up in your mouth

It’s been so long they can’t figure it out

While they do that i’m in the kitche in your house

Making eggs spread your legs while we wiffing you out

This your fault you went that route

So this is Azizi I work like a genie

My terror (?) see what I’m thinking

My chakra is showing you see me I’m steaming

Using my high ki to go against evil

Supernatural niggas only notice

So i guess the only nigga out there is Flying Lotus

You wanna figure it out close your eyes fucking focuuuus

Pocus

(That's very good. That’s nice. I think you’re getting better. And what is this?

Tori don’t listen to him anymore.

She can’t hear what you’re saying poor Tori

is to busy concentrating on sucking me off)

Bitch I’m rolling up dough

Las Vegas hotel my nigga think what you want

Pool in the living room bitches trying to hump

I mention this shit cause i work for a sun

And i did it my way from my palms to my lungs

You ain’t do shit but lay back and suck your thumb

With your big ass gap and (?) teeth cold

What the fuck you talking about nigga you should know

Bow down to the lords, suck it

Don’t be acting like we was bros

What you think it is?

We be mario cause we carry around shells

We letting hammers go I don’t know

My nigga don’t be fooled

In the ghetto don’t be food

Around these whites don’t be rude

Unless you want the popo to know what you do

Sometimes, I don’t know what to do

I’m in love with myself and my Brainfeeder foos

Take over the game cause I know we got the tools

Down right fierce now what we got to move

Boy I get it in like some god damn goons

Thats way to much to even say about you

Thats way to much to even say about you

Thats way to much to even say about you

Fucked up, you got a world to see

Tap into your mind and see what I see

Open up your nose and breath what I breath

Get you head in the books and think what I think

(You either fuck with us or don’t. Simple as that bi-atch. Brainfeeder.

Brainfeeder"