Carbon Monoxide (Shmurda)

Ever since the dawn of a new era, known as hip-hop A.D After 2Pac and Biggie Smalls unsolved schmurdas The genre of rap music has searched for its new foundation In order to do so, The labels began to request the Formula to the Bone Thugs-N-Harmony sound With the likes of Drake leading the polygamy of studies Listening day and night in the studio and then procreating a sound The industry crowned him king while paying Homage to Bone, there was no reason for alarm Soon after this maneuvering, Artist all over staring being influenced by Those Bone Thugs-N-Harmony-esque cadences and flows The Migos, Offsides, Tequila, And most notably the unknown third member who wasn't left off Bad and Boujee as previously predicted, All stated they never even heard of Bone. They opted to note that their influences as the Triple Six Mafia Known in the Bible as the mark of the beast and the number of satan We found one of the thuggish ruggish members, Bizzy Bone, In the hills of Siberia under the alas of Janou Oliver Beck As the end of the Golden Age approached, It is said that he arose to another plane an carried his temple To the mountains to avoid the skinny jean emasculated era of hip-hop We found him chopping wood in these said mountains Along with his albino runaway lioness From the San Francisco animal prison, Keisha Upon meeting him, he had no contact with the outside world for ages We informed him of the Layzie Bone and Migos beef He looked at us with his double-barrel classic shotgun And this is what he had to say Children, does anyone know what Rhymes with She-go? (Migos-Migos-Migos) A billion streams on Vevo bringin' about as much Chips as you can get in a quarter bag of Doritos B-G, I'm a knockie fan Hit you with' one of these Combinations, I'm goin' through complications And then I do my Tekashi dance Schmurda was the case that they gave me Dear God, it's me and little Layzie We was robbin' niggas without no father figures And that's the way that Wish got shot by Krayzie, it's common, niggas I put you in garage mode, mobster, the shots fly These niggas don't want no smoke, I give 'em carbon monoxide Let me hit you with this LOX line, Pac sign No one can do it better, that's a Doc rhyme Crush your windpipe, slice you with doxprime That's over your head, as your wife This precious metal, hit her with this lead pipe Smile, bitch, you livin' your best life O-R-T, let me be brief before my dick speak Socks on, break your iPhone so I could go to sleep Load the clip, pop it in, cock it back, ride around the block These niggas call me O.G Bitch, you as old as me! Light-speed, I.G., trolls, they don't like me So I scroll through they page, Take cliffnotes, and give 'em that Chris Lightly Come down off the ledge Talk to me Chris, don't jump! Don't-don't-don't-oh, God! You little niggas don't know who y'all fuckin' with (Fuckin' with) Oh, it's on Schmurda was the case that they gave me (They gave me-they gave me-they gave me) Schmurda was the case that they gave me (They gave me-they gave me-they gave me) Battle rap, I'm the answer I'm blacker than Jack Panda It's magic 'cause I'm a savage that's twenty-one God damn, I'm a fuckin' gun Public enemy number one, I'm lawless Word to Flesh-N-Bone let's get carnarvorous The AK-47 with the cartridges Banana spit split personalities, both reflections My third eye is a narcissist The pen dipped in black void Wi-Fi for y'all, bitch I'm rappin' with my eyes closed 'cause I don't need my consciousness Triple meanings? I crafted it, mastered it After this, plaster this all over the visual adages Imagine if the Gram was only a portion of the passages And then if you look at the two, see the move? Infinite math, bitch, Oooh, oooh (Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh) Stop-stop the track, let me talk to these niggas Cars, dash, ion, the smashness This before the pit I speak to Kim as a Mastif right before the movie Make me classless to the masses I gotta tell my daughters that cha ass ain't cha access My people seen the lowest of the evils I got a secret Every dog scared of momma who momma Momma Madea Cock-ca-cock-ca-cock back and Shaqisha. Smell it, reverse the science and body it, make it ether Time's up, timecode Déjà vu, I'm in effect Just a fixation, call me J Newt, Oliver Beck Schmurda was the case that they gave me (They gave me-they gave me-they gave me) Schmurda was the case that they gave me (They gave me-they gave me-they gave me) Schmurda was the case that they gave me (They gave me-they gave me-they gave me) Schmurda was the case that they gave me (They gave me-they gave me-they gave me) Schmurda was the case that they gave me (They gave me-they gave me-they gave me)