Machinegun Rap - BluntOne, Awon

Verse 1: Awon

This is for the bandoleros up in the bandos

Greening shots, that golden state I’m Steph Curry with the handles

Fuck it, they gonna have to sue me for the samples

I’m Charles Barkley and M.J., the way I gamble

Every verse is a statement, I never ramble

Line up the heads of MC’s on my mantle

When I’m on the mic, keep it lit like a candle

Like when I spark the lye wit' a strain you can’t handle

Listenin' to oldies, I be digging for the loops

Rakes, chops, and shit BluntOne who produce

Blend it like a ninja, now her pimp got the juice

Grooves got the girlies loose, pockets fat like Bruce Bruce

Shoppin' for new coupes, panoramic new roofs

Wallies and Chartreuse sippin on a d’usse-d'usse

A butt like platinum spittin' acid over bass

Hook: Awon

The result, is eruption, this flow is outer space

This that Sun Ra n' George Clinton funk

Afro-future, machine gun rap

And for them hoes Karma Sutra

The antidote, crush yo' cantaloupe

The antithesis

When my freestyle soundin' better than yo' written shit

Flow ridiculous, rock a crown for my penmanship

Player’s Club membership

Born a straight nemesis

The government’s my third eye, got me on some other shit

I stay on the run, eatin' underground n' lovin' it

Verse 2: Awon

Who the fuck is this?

Tellin' me that I ain’t the shit

They maybe need a decongestant

Because my presence is the essence of everything refreshin'

Better watch who you testin' or a shot, is yo' lesson

Yo' thots, stay finessin' wit' a smile on her face

That bitch backstabbin', that’s why you caught a case

It’s 2000-somethin' who still smoking mace?

Why front, if you fake?

Most yo' big, homies jake-

Niggas who, got weight, never talk it

Flashy cats be the target of narcotics and woos often

Keep talkin' that bullshit, and see coffins

Pine, oak and cedar, dirt naps, you can’t see the

Prominence, hail to dominant

Ain’t nobody fuckin' with me or my conglamerance

This is politics a chest aimed

Don’t let em' Get you gassed like methane

See how their tek ain'

Bringing you that med pain

Hook: Awon

That Sun Ra n' George Clinton funk

Afro-future, machine gun rap

And for them hoes Karma Sutra

The antidote, crush yo' cantaloupe

The antithesis

When my freestyle soundin' better than yo' written shit

Flow ridiculous, rock a crown for my penmanship

Player’s Club membership

Born a straight nemesis

The government’s my third eye, got me on some other shit

I stay on the run, eatin' underground n' lovin' it