Lyrics A.Y.Y.A - Banjop feat. B.A.D

Air raid your air plays chem trailin yo air waves
Mad Assault (My Dassault) on a 'Guerrilla' too funny (Toofani) these days
This is that '66 shit goin incindiary
Adopt a Zo to a Zoo I tame a lion to a pussy

Did it hit close to home
In this era I'm the G like 'Indira' over the phone
Casual coppin a fly 'Air Force' quakin G's under ma sole
This "Pilot' pen" a Jap' weapon like Onikiri in my robes

Your fans being 'Cancer' like the 'Tropic' they're on
You importin all yo references from abroad, Oh wow
Fuck casteism but m untouchable the lit (Dalit) odd one out
Like Aizawl traffic, u shud just stay in yo lane right now

Yeah
I cream the KONE, pretty sure that u a cracker - No Post Malone
'I Crack u' up open tho u the 'joke'
Ur 'desserts' spelt backwards- when I expose and trust me... u dun want no smoke
I drop a con like a phone watch a crack-case on the floor so here's a cone for your crown, u a dunce fit your throne
This microphone a BrahMos I unload
We got this Egg-head for a Lion? either way u gettin poached

More than a feeling, The way I fill in
M a dentist magnifying on your mouth wide open
Better brace yourself for good like a crooked teeth alignment
Only way anyone taking the crown is when they cappin

Yo EGO's shootin thru roof
If You wanna proof a point, then Imma point to you the proof
No warning shots required, I'm (Em) headed straight to the booth
You just squabblin over a crown that's dead ass proof, (dead as Proof)

And if theres 'Beefin' on the table, 'bet' I lay it down for 'steaks' (stakes)
If You're trynna raise a cult you're Jim Jones all the way
Clown your circus up man I can go thru 'fire rounds' for days
And if ya think that if it's clout (cloud), Bitch get serious (cirrus) all the way

I got artists daily payin me to hop onto they beat
I got a homies who can stun ya (stunnah) who produce that 'Divine' heat
I got them K-bloodz on the speed dial when we chill they pass the weed
Yugi just 'bombed' me a 'pack' of 10 beats I 'bag' that (Baghdad) wit ease

U faded to feel on top- like how u hella lean
Water's the key to better life agreed! I stock piss for a G
Bars overhead like fans no Chris brown but u feel the breeze
I'm just laying down the 'cards'
Just watch it go 'flash' the screen

How can g'nie be a king he supposed to be slave
A waiter boy for real kings ain't no wishing that away
U bite your style from Eminem you stole your name from an Aguelera's song- "gotta rub me the right way."

123 nuff jokes no wordplay
Way you stackin on your cards, u better fold that shit away
M. Sailo was the ace but he was not the ace of spades
He didn't take a dig at folks to advertise that he was great
He was the ace of hearts who stole away our hearts
The annointed one he reppin us, yet he never staked the claim
Don't cross me with your sin of falsifying his name
The real ones in North East glorify him everyday

What a shame what a shame
How can one sit as Queen- when Meba runnin the game?
When Reble spittin on that fire she a dragon heart with flames
With all due respect & the praise - Rest in power May

793 fo life
My flow it stab slow, Want u to feel the knife
U call yoself a god, but I'm the one to do the smite
Olympus has fallen- Toasted Djin (Jin) for the night
Take the red pill; take the red pill
Don't screw with us boy yeah we got the drill
I Seal like the NAVY, when it comes to deals
U a blueberry genie muffin that I finna peel
Im Hella ill, no benadryl
A Bhoot jalokia when I flip this ain't no burger meal

And I 'Marvel' at your reference you a comic con at COMIC CON
Strappin a pew pew gun when I jab these nuclear bombs