Hit Me Now - Clear Soul Forces

Normally I would come to the studio with a cannon

But I pulled the master sword and I’m looking to slay Gannon

At last word to Etta James, fond memories of better days

My, mic check the Breath of the Wild just check the Sheikah Slate

Before he engage in, lyrical combat

Training for days in the woods

Nov got the Mark of the Wolves

Check it!

Flows larger than life, Hell hath no

Fatal Fury I’m Terry Bogard on the mic, uh

Give me three of my homies to form Voltron

And give credit live forever through cybernetics like Ultron

My mind’s the coldest weapon like Jean Grey in a snowstorm

The telepathic, rent me a room at the X Mansion

My expansion, more like Nintendo type of classic

I blast out my pupils tragic, they bow and say yes masta

Then I flow faster, gimme the topic, then I proceed to chop it

Like you in college and I’m dropping lower score to help you prosper

Nigga I got ya, open, revolutionary

You can quote this, just 'cause I’m a rapper don’t mean I don’t know shit

And I smoke bitch

or drop it like this

for 25 cents, I got a bounce like Vega in

Nigga uh, with Nov, we make yo heads nod

Plead the five if you wanna try, say we ain’t the gods

You gon' die, take a couple steps actua-lah

5+5, turn to side, never cry

Hit you with that

Hit me now!

(Hit me now!)

Hit me now!

(Hit me now!)

Hit me now!

(Hit me now!)

Hit me…

Who got that mad style, hit me now!

Who got that weed puff pass it, hit me now!

Intersection, I’m floating within your section

Prolly on cloud 11, this my level below and above the Heavens

Shit done blew up like Blu in 2007

Divinity times infinity

I’m

More cheese than a

Ilajide freaky about as cold as a Missy beat

This reign reminiscent of Orlando Shaq in '93

O’Neal, Emile heating up like it’s fourth meal

Stick a fork up in it, no Kevorkian how you feel

Start a fire once the steel sharpen steel

Spark it up so I know it’s real as the Matrix on purple pills

Dreams lucid as the yea

Pushing through for the culture, roaming through the land of pimps and profits

Bunch of Uncle Ruckus copies, eye bulging out the socket

Fire lit, pass the fucking rocket, put me in the pocket

nigga don’t trip but pull the blunt then

The way I see it the code is binary so if I’m crazy

Throw me in a room with all of the classics and I’ma make it

Ain’t a padded wall with a floor and ceiling can box me in

Title coming home, we give a dose of fresh oxygen

Pocket pad and pen, all I need, have you meet your maker

Verbal euthanasia, no zealot, walking could even save ya

Connect the dots, Europe, Africa to Asia

My vision becoming clearer with every step forward and written letter

Hit me now!

(Hit me now!)

Hit me now!

(Hit me now!)

Hit me now!

(Hit me now!)

Hit me…

Who got that mad style, hit me now!

Who got that weed puff pass it, hit me now!