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I’m Benny the Bull, smashing a Ford Taurus into your china shop
The chandelier falls open the driver door, mic is dropped
The sound of crunching glass, embedded in monster truck tires
Grab my megaphone & shouting out we’ve had enough liars
Got no time for tase unless it’s Kings and Ices, bring the crisis
Pack a plexiglass box so egos can Shrink inside it
You’d best to blast off and find a new planet
You NASA Move fastest, your once upon a time little crew vanished
And when the smoke has cleared, it’s nothing but my silhouette
Steve Caballero, standing over you with a tilted neck
I’m Jesus Christ in your temple, it’s time to bill collect
A stage strong enough to hold me, man they haven’t built it yet
You think I’m kidding, betting vs. me is lost bucks
You’re Mayweather, ducking Paquiao until he’s washed up
You’re a coward hiding inside of a mansion, posing threats
When you couldn’t break a bill in terry towels soaking wet
These cats are huffing fumes off dust plumes from fallen legends
Feeling judgemental, well I’ma call the session
Either got it or you don’t, the classics remain
But fuel evaporates fast with miraculous fame
I commandeer the spot with tarantula movements
Don’t need an anthem to prove it, cancel them man, cause your plans are just stupid
Champion San adamantium belt of the victor raising it high enough
Let the sky kiss it, scrape a satellite and wipe the dust
Astronauts hold services, above the firmament closest
Chanting dead language incantations, burning a crocus
The church is a ghost ship piloted by the remains of lost souls
In pastels of the records of the those who have passed, I paint the cross roads
My pen is a relic crafted of vestigial parts embellished
The medicinal archer, starting to leave a mark so zealots start to yell it
Part Magellen, finding my way through life with a map carved in vellum
Adapting to a violent environment, in the darkness dwelling
The gruesome illusionist losing his mind inside of a huge abyss
Tightrope walking on a blackened thread, praying the sutures fit
Stubbing my toe on cobblestones, hobbling home to a goblin’s throne
An author lost within this troubled metropolis, novices gnawed to bone
Hitting up O’Hare with a passport with more stamps than they’d asked for
Decals plastered on everyone around me, the crash course
Crass hordes reaching past the cash drawer
trying to press the silent alarm, trying to harm, harass, swarm my masked form
My brain is a vast storm where the pressure fronts collide and scrap
This is a repossession, you’re never getting your tiny title back
And I can rap a spirograph around that style you’re trying to back
You’re giving up, I’m pushing harder reaching round that final lap
Buddies got you gassed up, why don’t you try to siphon that
Making a shank from your medallion, I’m laughing watching the knife collapse
You tried to catch me off guard, but I’m on point, your loss scars
Making my basketcase and closing statement, you pay the cost, sarge
Lost your charmed life in bar fight, I’m with Redman in the dark side
A bizarre ride in a fresh van better bet San’s going harm mics
Getting a carbine at the par five from a large guy with a shark tie
I’m a Son of Zadok, you’re simply wishing on a star shine
credits
from $5,000 Flashlights,
released September 2, 2019
Produced and mixed down/mastered by Agent Orange
Started following Juga-Naut upon hearing him break down life and rap relating to Kool G Rap on Crate808 and I've been a fan since. Wordplay, skill, the dope backdrops, what's not to love? Sankofa
