Pendulum - Mickey Factz, Chilla Jones, Emilio Rojas

This for my niggas that don’t wait on shit!

Clark Kent, I hit the booth and throw the cape on quick

Y-3, fire kicks that’s a Fei Long hit

Of Napalm, fuck the pen that’s in they palm gripped

What we make up’s out the box, like a Avon kit

Wait on

As a kid, I felt Biggie rhymes

Met Diddy then, kept witty lines

So if I ain’t the one, I’m close to it like 12:59

So wait a minute and gimmie time

Yeah I see you in the city with a pretty dime

Face cute, ass fat, titties fine

But I know boys in the hood that gave shorty more back shots than Ricky’s spine

Crazy as Singleton, had 4 Brothers in her thighs

Mickey’s mind is Warhol’s and Porsche doors

Foreign broads on all fours, like dog paws

Hardcore, my cock sharper than long swords

Box em and fold up strong jaws like cardboard

Concords when I’m tired of the Y’s

Off the Buddha, my mind is getting high

What I spit in ya ear’ll startle you

I’m surprising with the lines

I don’t play though homie

I’m inspired by the wise!

Let’s see

Light-bulb on, the light goes on

Psycho

Write those bars, Nitro Charge

Pyro

Ignite both arms, ignite those bombs

If you write those wrong, then right those wrongs

And life goes on

I’m feeling like the game is too Wringling

The true kingpin of New England, I’m thru mingling

Whoever said I lack respect

Gonna feel the whiplash effect

After Mickey I’m snappin… necks

Check, half impressed with the cocky raps you cook-up

They study me, it’s prolly facts you look up

Rushing punches like Drago

Still on since the Apollo

Feel he hate?

What about the rocky stats you put up homie?

All-City Chess Alumni

They not talkin', they tongue-tied

My girl went from Boyz II Men

I don’t let her water run dry

Bad chick that goes both ways, it’s hard to come by

I’m the King Pen

The rap Wilson Fisk

Me, I’m Malcolm X preparing for my pilgrimage

Culture, only eat Kosher, no gefilte fish

Black man who want his black hand on the pyramid

Ima take a break for 15, let Chilla live

Fuck it Mick

I’m ready to die, tell em I did it Big

No pedophile, they feel a kid

And if Jerome bet his cash in hand, no way you gone steal a win

They all eager to battle, saying «I'm ready Chilla»

But you ain’t beatin' a deadly killer, with heavy filler.

Anyone who say ima lose and’ll bet me scrilla

In the end’ll pay sir, like Reggie Miller

This where it go left

The homie Los fresh

But set it up, your senior team will feel the most deaths

Jones with the crown, I’m so vicious

Unforgettable, Yeah!

I’m that King, cold with it

Sick flow, from the get go, when I go get it

See how they grade me?

Aye B, I’m on a roll with it

Someone gone have to get me

Who else can rap this sickly?

Give-n-Go, now it’s back to Mickey

Cops want our hands up in the air like George Clooney

But scared when a brother stand up, like Paul Mooney

Rather see em face to face, when they off duty

Can’t wait till a law get passed like Bob Cousy

Been nice since Genesis no Sega

The Alpha Omega

Ya salsa with no flavor

Where the hoes that ain’t pole strangers

For a tip, I want a nightcap

I’ll be pissed if it’s no takers

You’re in the top 3 that’s what they say

Grocery bag full of money, guess what my safe weigh

My bucket list, indecent I’m sorry

Culinary degree and me knee deep in Ferraris

A menage with divas lookin' like barbies

Ironically, I wanna see cheetahs on a safari

It’s that white and hispanic cat

Finding peace is like finding out where Atlantis at

And I grew up with excuses, I never had a dad

I guess that’s why I’m reclusive, that’s how I channel that

I love my solitude

That’s how I gotta move

I don’t fuck with none of these lil' bitches, I’m childproof

They don’t got no code of honor, they got excuses

And loyalty is just another word that got tattooed

I’m trusting less and I’m watching more, cause a lot of y’all

Tried to barge your fuckin' way in after I got the door

I been in the big apple, it got a rotten core

And I pay a couple of stacks for the fiends that’s noddin' off

They don’t never seem to fall though

These new rappers pump fake, they don’t never seem to ball though

Yeah, I know you filing for section 8

Cause you done blew your fuckin' advances sittin' in a section with 8

Hoes, they give a fuck about ya

You can’t impress these gold diggers, they just tryna get a buck up out ya

Yeah, and I done been through it all

If you need to humble yourself, then you should give me a call

It’s E!