PRhyme - Mode (Full Version) lyrics

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Feat. Logic

(Verse)

Yeah, fall in line to fall back

Big L's technique, Pun's grammar

Before the roof went in the trunk

The ragtops sat back behind the head just like a gun hammer

My sickness should remind you of Christmas

Cuz I’m always comin down with somethin like a young Santa

Understand there will be no rematch

The kinda ass whoopin you’ll only have to open up one can of

You ain’t rollin forward you’re rollin wrong

Reachin out to gangstas to be gangsta you holdin on

I grab a hold of this 44 long and let it go

More than a four year old singin the Frozen song

I put this tec to your eclectic temple and wreck your wit

Then carve in your tombstone “Heavenly father he wasn’t ready

To collide with with a force to be reckoned with”

Do you boys know who you messin with?

I’m with messin-with-niggas-destiny shit, I'm from the midwest

I stopped drinkin so I can start policin the block

Now I just cop smoke like pig breath

Pac’s soul would come out if I died a big death

Shoe connoisseur, who’s finer, your

Bitch or my bitch? It don’t matter cuz you with my ex

The name of my ex inked on you, to me homie

Extinct like a dinosaur, you can probably find me

Spoonin with a dime looking like

Lucy Liu, or somethin to my broom

Lookin like a huge China drawer

I’m a mutherfuckin walkin hazard

Find me in the bodyin department

When y’all rhymin if y’all don’t release, remind me

Of Prodigy partner, y’all can have it

I man up, lifted the can up

Killed the killer who ran up scared

When I was eight my daddy yelled down the basement steps

You only gotta listen to me and the man upstairs

(Hook 1)

Cuz I’m in mutherfuckin beast mode

Beast mode, homie I’m in beast mode

(Know who I am) beast mode

(Verse)

Yeah, yeah, fuck a black, brown, yellow or white it’s about unity

While the media trynna twist my words, for the opportunity to ruin me

Fuck ‘em all, bitch, I’m still doin me

It’s you and me on the record I’ll detect it like an infected nervous system

I never miss, I murder my mission as the rendition I listen while my chain glisten

I’mma get it like the world is endin'

Dependent on if it’s impendent

Defendin' my mind in the way I rhyme so I’m sendin' in

The best of the best, no never the less I never digress I just keep it movin

Finger fuck who ain’t on improvin

We finally groovin, on the way, no way to remove them

We constantly improving yeah throw rejuvenation

I said juveniles run the nation, come now, fuck your occupation

A revelation I’m facin, more secretive than a mason

It look like we neck and neck but I’m far from adjacent

I come so far from that basement

They look at me and know I'm in beast mode

(Hook 2)

I’m in beast mode

(Then it’s game time) beast mode

(I’m a beast) I’m in beast mode

(Know who I am) beast mode

(I’m, I’m in the zone for realer)

(Then it’s game time) beast mode

(I’m a beast) I’m in beast mode

(Know who I am) beast mode

(Verse)

You roll down on me they gonna call craps

We don't call cops we just rolls so we cal paps

Y'all in my office, similes all facts

Yes I fought wars my enemies all whack

Check your chalkboard

Critics said things shit they ain't even killin they arsenals

Me and the God flow

Guardin the team like Damian Lillard the stiller

And poke your chest out like Cardinals

Y'all rhyme schemes are escargot mines a Newport

Marlboro, Chicago next shops to chiraq

Pirates turnin niggas skill into the dog bone

Y'all go fetch and this is all from me bein barked on

And now your dog gone

And I'm a dog gone vet

So you wanna resort to more peaceful matters

My bitch flirt with an entertainer, he can have her

I was taught that when there's beef to keep quiet

And peep his pattern

If he strikes shepherd, the sheep will scatter

Extendos, hangin out the windows

Of em Benzos, assumptions you have em in your window

Hip-hop is just an outlet for y'all to follow

The fakes, not over the hill just know the high road to take

No cheeks to turn and all I know is I ain't all out of hallows

The symbolism of me inside a diablo

Playing Mariaha and burnin this money fast

Until I'm all out of high notes

Nigga my weight up

So much that I no longer challenge haters

From no on I'm a call out a high-low

(Hook 1)

(Verse)

It's the return of the mad rapper, dead president kidnapper

Motivated, underrated, most hated

Talk shit behind my back but in person congratulated

Damn this is my vision written without a revision

Like I am lost in a matrix I'm everythin but complacent

Like my dream is adjacent but I can't make a move

Fifteen writin rhymes inspired by Illmatic

But I'm still at it ever record I record leave the record shattered

Cuz I be in the lab for a month

Searchin for inner peace do meditation like a monk

I'm over their head and yet they still sleepin like a bottom bunk

Why these thirsty bitches throw me pussy like I got em drunk

I master the flow these up and comers have only spilt

I got back from Ireland so you know the show I kilt

I never truly admire the empire I built

Cuz when you're comfortable power shifts and positions tilt

At business meetings I go throw lyrics within my mind

Cuz the ultimate therapy is whenever I rhyme

First time shakin their hand for the fifth time

Bein introduced to people who used to pay me no mind

Used to count my money now I'm way up outta crate

Far from an up-and-comer, my competition’s the greats and

I don't give my wifey the rubber, like raw sex

I give her the plastic cuz I'm the one that cut the checks now

Yeah, my flow will spin like frozen water

I fathered these motherfuckers just like a daughter

And if they want beef then I gotta little slaughter

My bars are hotter than the steel cages after the solder

It's nada, everythin you doin we already thought of

Talkin years before you fuckers just cuz we work harder

See I've been at it from the start

Married to the game till death do us part

(Hook 2)

(Verse)

I'm the highest, exalted

Rappers are doin a lot of talkin

You're tired of me livin then you'll probably die of exhaustion

The flyest lookin like I've got a livin stylus

Later for sales, you know who got the illest album

Loaded a chopper with slugs, call that the K Michelle

Then I dump that bitch, now that's the good part

Bitch niggas get with a nigga bitch

Just to call a nigga a bitch nigga to a nigga bitch

Ain't gotta be in no cemetery to dig a ditch

Don't need a banana and Ben and Jerry's to get a split

Wig, you know I'm big slippin throw new equip

Stop gassin you know we couldn't care less if you a chick

The tech poppin like a question get it right

Triggers mic, put a niggas wife in the air like Ludacris

I'm a beast

Fall in line or fall back

I'm plugged into the shooters

What I say isn't forced with a connect

So this ain't all rap

When it comes to perimeter in all black

Like the back and forths with the connect

It's all naps

You woulda, coulda, shoulda ass niggas

Couldn't fuck a bitch with pills and puddin gas nigga

If you ever ever hear about me taking shit

Best believe there's toilets in the safe

And I'm on it eatin spaghetti bolognaise

And if you in my lane

I hope you know you rollin with grenades

I'm the coldest, you the hoest

I'll let you switch places with me if Andre agrees

He gonna come throw and delete my hoeness with a face

(Hook 2)