Lyrics Majin Vegeta (feat. King Magnetic & Ruste Juxx) - Ruste Juxx , King Magnetic , Napoleon Da Legend

That ain't a drum I'm beating my chest to rhythms in my head
We a whole different cloth every ligaments a thread
Didn't make the yearbook
Got my pictures from the feds
Had a different homecoming
Niggas wishing I was dead
I wish a nigga would when the pains overwhelming
With my boys in the hood
Brandy round the way at Spellman
I can tell when niggas telling
I don't need the paperwork
That's just an affirmation what I thought of saying first
Gun or my personality people know my ratchet
Gold a casket over heads that's how my vocals acting
Global action had dickriders double local traffic
Cigarettes in UK that's how you smoke a faggot
Time to introduce east coast rappers with Oakland habits
All those fantasies niggas need to bag it
Cause they don't stick with the metal like a broken magnet

Street corner consulate Khadafi god apocalypse
Who hot as this? I'm still alive... my verses feeling posthumous
Might even fake my death travel and get paid to rest
Che Gueve... any second may connect a blade to neck
You hairy bitch shave ya legs primp it up trim it up
You talk the most, we mop the floor (with em)
Tell his boys to pick him up Po
And yo they big em up in Bogota it's Bonapart
Fucking Joan of Arc, better than the freezer story arc
Anarcho patriach spewing toxic masculin
Judges the drop the gavel and ain't no stopping these Africans
Compare me to Kymani Marley, Capcom, Konami and
Insomnia at night, creep on you like Somalian
Smack the guardians like Van Damme Van Guardian
Ya sham is obvious youu scam the audience
I'm in the Van with Marcus Garviates
Extorting on a congressmen like a lobbyists
Copping property till my whole family living prosperous