Armageddon

It’s Flare Jordan
New fly talk
This some old Frankie Lymon in the bathroom shit
Staring into the broken mirror
Check it
I’ll take your very far
You know the saying «No matter where you going, the Earth nigga, there you are»
Life is precious and we cherish ours and barely talk
Solace is gold and the noise you making, we don’t hear at all
Don’t get my ears involved, I got both of them covered
I’m the black Macaulay Culkin you wouldn’t dare to rob
You slippin, hear the fog, whoops, set the booby traps
Your neck’ll truly snap, yes I executed that
They knew never knew I rap, I kept it smooth with that
Now I’m next to legends, repping, stepping to the cash
Finessing through the stash, them blue strips was glistening
Like a plate of new chicken sitting, the food is delicious
That mood is consistent, match my cool intuition
The bitch had a attitude, I had to move and get the distance
Ha, be back for you around Christmas
Uh, that’s some proof that I’m gifted
The modern day Jay NiCE, I swear I been here before
Four score and zero years ago when young Flare was born
The modern day Jay NiCE, I swear I been here before
Four score and zero years ago, Flare was born
Peep, immobiliare in the rarest form
The dumpers coming, you can hear the horns
Clear the lawn
The hoes staring hard, yeah you confident but you wear it wrong
And my ambience mirror Farrakhan
The chair was bronze, the crown came, it appeared with thorns
The loud came, now I’m airborne from here on
Came to shift the culture, haters sick to they stomach
My nigga picture oceans
I sit and wonder how sometimes relationships get blunter
Can’t wait on the next man
Ribs 'bout to connect man, that’s a different hunger
They say «As man think if so, is he»
I threw the food in the blender like whoa, it’s me
I dropped a baby in water, that’s pregnancy
I let it dry on the paper like chicken wings
This is me, I pen rhymes in calligraphy
Bend dimes off the energy then spin em like rotisserie
I’m out, ain’t no point in getting into me
I’m into getting cheese explicitly, I’m tipping gingerly
It’s what it’s meant to be
I chipped the log, I mean I missed the tree
Hit you with the arm, you gon' wince and flee
I mean quickly breeze
My round said you had the swiftest knees he ever seen on God’s green earth
Niggas bars need work, and they songs be worse
You need girth? You’d better call me first
We the Gawds, leave you knot kneed twerp
Fuck a fade, I make your top lean, dirt
Then runaway with the 'Not me" smirk
Retain something, 'fore you talk, read first
The rebirth is obvious
Niggas popping shit like Pac n shit, until they end getting robbed or messed
Shit is boggling, David Robinson while he mock us in
Shit is not pretend, I’m off the hinge
A living momument, nigga it’s finna get wild as shit
All these actions gon' lead to consequence
Yeah he lit but that ain’t always it, I’m colder
And that’s till it’s over, Dumpacalypse
Shit