Denzel Curry - N64 lyrics

rate me

Marching to nostalgic rock shit, I’m 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, I’m 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 don’t even wanna be the best, hoe

I’m the threat with Tourette, making motherfuckers John Doe

Ricky Rozay, bury his killer, …

Making a family cry together like the old J’s

Back in the old days I’m the one that’s chosen

Thug from the 90’s, I’m cryogenically frozen, avenger

Yeah, I be the Joker and the Riddler

With a mind set that’s switched like Harvey Dent’s den

The Dark Knight, fucking Clark Kent

Martin Lawrence when he traveled back in time would suspend

Suspended animation when my brain reacts

Don’t belong in this world like I’m 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 that’s shrouding

You found me, Nemo, ego come easy

Bro, I’m 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, I’m 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, I’m 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

I’m 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, I’m blasting, go and sip that shit, it’s just a classic

That’s a hit for you, bastards, that’s the shit for you, bastards

I’m lugubrious because I’m 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, I’m really losing my mind

Or should I end it all just like grabbing a nine?

But it’s too easy, figures on my mind eat me

Put me into isolation so you wouldn’t see me

Free me from misery, I’m uneasy

Pain, emotion from the grip I gained

Yet another young brain slain, maintain

You just lost consciousness, that’s life when you live without consequence

Death over sixteen shots, his head is split, dead