Lyrics Sixteen - Callon B , GODZtheDon

Never disrespect my sixteens the intellect of real emcees
We keep it pristine ya feel me
Whole team gotta prestige flow got a mystique feeling
Uplifting as the Sistine ceiling

When you talkin top 10 list me no freshman tho
I was home schooled gettin lessons full of mystery
This calisthenic chemistry in me all around me
Know I'm infinite mentally my empathy astounding
Each cypher a transmuting circle of alchemy
Dangling the microphone like pendulum dowsing
Jade gems ground me bare feet I came from the county
Care free keep expanding my boundary's
Enchanted amulets enhance the annulus
Entrance the analyst advent unanimous
Candle lit event ceremonial mastery
So much Deeper than rap shit this is rapturing
It just comes naturally organically crafted in lore fantasy fashion
A classic we have established my core fans ecstatic
A break from all the trap shit ignore what they yappin bout the tracklist I'm spazzin

Never disrespect my sixteens the intellect of real emcees
We keep it pristine ya feel me
Whole team gotta prestige flow got a mystique feeling
Uplifting as the Sistine ceiling

Stained pages I'm anxious to maintain it
My brain famous for taking names and leaving changed faces
Talking bout screwed up you are just a screw up
Never gave two fucks and fade em like a new cut
I move clandestine my clan destined for destinations of pure success
My pockets looking like reparations represent the R-W
Bringing trouble to anybody that want it when these sixteens are coming through
They want war I'ma hurt they faith
When I light up more sticks than a birthday cake uh
Goat status I done earned my place
The mic scorched if I ain't careful I might burn my face
See this here is just a lesson in penmanship
I'm the master of this shit the rest of you are apprentices
I'm presently the president of emceeing and wreckin shit
Steppin to the God you get slept like a sedative

Never disrespect my sixteens the intellect of real emcees
We keep it pristine ya feel me
Whole team gotta prestige flow got a mystique feeling
Uplifting as the Sistine ceiling

My sixteens six deep your Sigfried dreams
And nightmares so meek wit royals when I spit listerine
Caligraphy a Kin-o-Kai that's why my Drip on Supreme
To Six Tee your Links See I ain't no Saint like Reed
Thompson speak for Deacons when this churchmouse rock the mic
A Cig freed quick as Bishops quiver when his quill jot a line
So why a Pastor tear a bit from words but still pack a nine
Cuz before three K's had bombed and made four little girls sign
Fine to think I'm Ivy League cuz I'm autumn bench pressing boulders
Fighting polars while my legion succeeding reaching their goals
I noticed how my River of Styx ls your Ayatollah
Cuz my lowest still seeing Triple 7's like my dice loaded
Stay Goin Bats but I'm so zen wit my looks
Never Jet not paying me or meet sir Rugey's friend Brook
I'll sock a beat cuz one to one verse got em stunned leave em shook
So It's no wonder why this boy was robbing niggas with hooks

Never disrespect my sixteens the intellect of real emcees
We keep it pristine ya feel me
Whole team gotta prestige flow got a mystique feeling
Uplifting as the Sistine ceiling
You won't out live me these sixteens forever forever ever ever

Forever ever ever never follow trends just set em
One plus six makes seven got god in these sixteens
My whole life in these sixteens heads nod to these sixteens
Enfluential beats lay the soundtrack for these sixteens