Yung Bruce

[Verse 1: Vantablac SOL]



My height and weight street cred size



I'm 6 feet, 187, like a dead guy



I don't commit crimes, I omit rhymes



My president drops bombs, y'all voted for Mit Rom



Nothing to trip on, I should sit calm



Watch a sitcom in a different world create an ensemble



I told you that I'm insomniac



If you need that sack of indigo



I got you searching like Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego



Present day Nazareth, Chiraq that's in the Go



Not everyone's a killer, leave them kids alone



I'm in control, no I'm in a daze, hydroplaning



Give 'em Malaysian waves to hide your plane with



I don't taste the steak, I'm in the matrix



If there's a beat I could step on, like a step mom



To her stepson for the television left on



Break your trachea, key a Kia Optima on the opposite ends of the spectrum



Shit, you a speck from electrons



Made negative, I never get in the way of a wave of energy



Flash flesh storms I prey for em



Thats with an E, yo what I have to eat is what I have to eat



Move like mobsters you lop sided with crab feet



I drop science fiction, pay attention to the famed affection



Of what my fucking frame of mind is missing



Don't mind missing the dart board



I could probably break a wall with another throw



If y'all ain't trippin' through the fucking wire



Ima have you fall out of men, like the Ottoman Empire



Or fall out of air then flat like Schwinn tires



Yo I done been going so long that I'm getting tired



It's been a long day