(Hook)
She wanna be my girl
And I don't care
I got her dancing in her underwear
Blowing up my phone
She said she want it
I'm too gassed up
All with these drugs up on me
I might just snap and kill a mothafucka
I can't relax, I ain't got nothing for it
Ya crew act up
I might just pull up on 'em (in a foreign)
Bitch, you don't want none of these fucking problems
V1:
MV$ERVTI back
Brand new whip
Got a new Jag
Brand new Draco
New mags
Brand new kilo
But I smoke hash
Fucked a girl named Claire
At the Sheraton
My lil nigga Blade caught a body too
Fuck nigga off that herron
Now the hoe wanna try to catch an attitude
Tell a lil fuckgirl "please"
You ain't 'bout that life
Or about that latitude
Lean in the mix
So my cups are muddy
Y'all bitches think I'm your lil buddy
But I'm young Mozzy
Il Capo
Cocaine, got a whole box load
Tell a bitch slob on me
Bob slow
Pull up to ya crib in a droptop
Got a whole team full of bad bitches
I earned my stripes
I was in them trenches
Tell a nigga sit down
Where a bench is?
Tommy Hilfiger
All my shit designer
I can rap better than a nigga Desiigner
Got a whole hit list
Better check the lineup
Unsigned hype
But execs fuck with me
I got OIM on my fucking line
K.E. On The Track just emailed my ass
Now he want me in a studio at Hollywood and Vine
So stop all the bullshit talking
MV$ERVTI Syndicate we out here flossing, boy
Bitch on my dick
So I toss her off
Young nigga just copped an Audemars
Call me Future
Swear to God I been doing this shit
For the goddamn culture
Loaded Glock 17 in my trunk
Tell my young nigga Mike
Better pass me the fucking nine
Dump on your squad just to pass the time
Man, you know the shit ain't nothing to me
All the hoes gonna love it though
'Cause you know they love beats
And they love my fucking rhymes
Professional rapper
I been spitting this shit
Since they locked my ass up
When I did my first crime, nigga
(Hook)
Who can take the loss?
Who can take the blame?
I'm the last of a dying breed
The Last of Us, like the video game
The ghetto bastard is back
And I'm bout to slash ya jugular vein
Fuck am I saying?
Saddam Insane, Iraq '03
That was none of my pain
That was none of my business
Give a bitch the business
Bear witness
Don't get it twisted
I be up in the gym
Just working on my fitness
No prescription
Ecstasy, acid
Wanna take a trip, bitch?
Little sex on the beach
Then I get my dick licked
Whip whip
Grab the keys to the mozzy
Then I split split
Lil bitch
Uh, I was rolling through your party
Like it wasn't nobody's business
I told that bitch get off my dick
She ain't even worth that pension
She ain't even worth none of them problems
Keep the sex stone cold, Steve Austin
And I get that action, Bronson
Got a rolex and a bad boss bitch
Killing K.E. beats, I'm flossing
Got a all gold yacht in a messy ocean
I take yo hoe, then slow motion
Bitch gonna think she on a rollercoaster
Holy roller, Evander Holyfield roll you over
Told you it's over
And fuck your directive
I'll have these niggas taking shots at you
Like a private detective
Disrespectful
Straight out the Trailer Park
Like Eminem
Lord of Sealand
Better call me 'Your Eminence'
Uh, your death is eminent
Young street General
But who these niggas think they talking to?
Who they think they fucking with?
Bitch, I don't wear Trukfit
Out here causing disruptions
Ain't gonna be no discussion
(Hook)
You take my breath away
Raise your chalice
Watch how fast you break
Down my palace
How long can I wait?
I sense the malice
Stalk another prey
Check the balance
(Bridge)
Sleep all day and waste
I'm staying down at the Meson Rey
V1:
Wrote this verse on a flight
Over the Atlantic
Off to San Juan
A sexy girl's co-pilot
Mind's Fullmetal Panic
Flow cleaner than sanitary
Solitary confinement's where my rhymes went
Off on a different tangent
I'm a speck on this planet
That's relativity
But irrelevant like the Nativity
Jesus ain't a friend to me
To some he's a 'frienemy'
Cursed with humanity
All mortality
No morality
Net neutrality
The battle inside my soul
Is taking casualties, casually
Never felt like a had a home
At sea or anywhere on any day
In the air or in outer space
I'm outta fucking place like a broken bone
Came from broken homes
No yard gnomes to speak of
Turn up your speakers so I can reach ya
And be your teacher
Got a flow like Aether
On a beach with a chick named Anita
Walk the block with a heater
You niggas talk a lot of commentary
I'm all about the special features
(Hook)
(Bridge)
Whisk all the service away
Salvame
Que quieres, wey?
about
MV$ERVTI Syndicate presents the junior debut collaborative extended play, Tommy MV$ERVTI vs. K.E. On The Track.
Dedicated to DMX and MF DOOM
credits
released May 31, 2021
All lyrics and vocals by Tommy MV$ERVTI
Produced by K.E. On The Track
Additional production by Messy Oceans Productions and Yogi B Swagga
Mix/master audio engineering by Messy Oceans Productions and Yogi B Swagga
Executive produced by CoMoloNimbus and Beat Mechanics Entertainment LLC