Lyrics




Yo, Hi
Yo, Hi
Hi
Shut the fuck up
You don't make no difference
At least I'm fucking trying
What the fuck have you done?
Took you to a high rise
See if you sky dive
Trying to uplift the race
What then, you gonna throw some 24's on it?
At large Comic
At large Comic
Comic falls
Comic's dead
Comic
Comic's alive
Comic's alive
Slash the trains, don't walk on walls
Seems like the punk can stop one sprawl
Hurting, lurking through the curtains
Fuck certain, they've been burnin'
When I get some curves, feel like a surgeon
That's been serving underground learning
How to get by on underground journey
Brought up to bat, earned it, the papers' back
Back on the sky, select
Earn it before no man slept
In the name of a way, can I get mine?
It's when the cat
He ain't even on the level to get it
Comic in the streets like dead shit's kitchen
Patting, he ain't letting nothing get him
He answers to the cops tryna catch him
Just tryna test him, that's why my money's torn
This is when the honey's gone
You just a dummy pawn
Stand up, the boy name is Comic Thorn
Funny you pair, you're snatched as you're gone
Got a question: why you so long, pawn?
I'm getting mine, you chillin' in your long johns
Blow these trees, you know it's me
Not for my face, but you know it's me
Trust me, you gonna see you
You gotta dig, gotta be
Doing what I gotta blow, solemnly
Trickin', make it obvious, don't do it obviously
Following me? Hopefully you following me
Comic, Comic
Comic, Comic
Comic falls
Comic's dead
Comic
Comic's alive
Crush up sound
Harlem, man, I'm just gonna damn sick on you
Crush up sound
Harlem, man, I'm just gonna damn sick on you
Crush up sound
Harlem, man, I'm just gonna damn sick on you
Crush up sound
Harlem, man, I'm just gonna damn sick on you
Comic, Comic
Comic, Comic



Writer(s): Patrick Garland Morales, Eric Christopher Adiele, Hakeem Toure Lewis



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