N64 Songtext

von Denzel Curry

Marching to nostalgic rock shit, Im Brock, bitch
Semi automatic, might blast like team rocket
Wait until I mention I slay you with that Tupac shit
One golden bullet that kill all that faggot pop shit
Delivery, Im the bullet that killed Kennedy
Enemy, DITC, darkest symphony
Neck broke, fuck around and let the tech blow
Red beam to us is not gonna make it look like techno
I told you, I dont even wanna be the best, hoe
Im the threat with Tourette, making motherfuckers John Doe
Ricky Rozay, bury his killer,
Making a family cry together like the old Js
Back in the old days Im the one thats chosen
Thug from the 90s, Im cryogenically frozen, avenger
Yeah, I be the Joker and the Riddler
With a mind set thats switched like Harvey Dents den
The Dark Knight, fucking Clark Kent
Martin Lawrence when he traveled back in time would suspend
Suspended animation when my brain reacts
Dont belong in this world like Im Samurai Jack
Click clack on a Glock 17, get mean
Then put the ghost face so we can empty the cream
Cash rules everything around me, surrounded the ditch
Where they dug the darkness thats shrouding
You found me, Nemo, ego come easy
Bro, Im from a city where niggas they con easy
Where they quick to pull that trigger, never a squeegee
They make it on the late night news, nigga, good evening
Marching to nostalgic rock shit, Im Brock, bitch
Semi automatic, might blast like team rocket
Wait until I mention I slay you with that Tupac shit
One golden bullet that kill all that faggot pop shit
Marching to nostalgic rock shit, Im Brock, bitch
Semi automatic, might blast like team rocket
Wait until I mention I slay you with that Tupac shit
One golden bullet that kill all that faggot pop shit
Im massive, fornicating with crack shit
Cheated with the virus that took over the life of Magic
Sharing a needle with a common/hobo
Sterilize with the spit that comes from a Komodo dragon
Gun shot, fire, Im blasting, go and sip that shit, its just a classic
Thats a hit for you, bastards, thats the shit for you, bastards
Im lugubrious because Im from a place where niggas shoot at shit
And never on no Buddha shit, that knock knock, then who is it?
Am I really losing it? Maybe, trapped in a white room with a dead baby
Am I growing crazy? Is my name Casey? Anthony, then that baby turns into an amputee
Goddamn, Im really losing my mind
Or should I end it all just like grabbing a nine?
But its too easy, figures on my mind eat me
Put me into isolation so you wouldnt see me
Free me from misery, Im uneasy
Pain, emotion from the grip I gained
Yet another young brain slain, maintain
You just lost consciousness, thats life when you live without consequence
Death over sixteen shots, his head is split, dead