Leggo Git It (feat. Del the Funky Homosapien & DJ Drez) - Abstract Rude & Myka 9

Quit spying on me Not so distant improvement Imagine the features possible at pictures even Recent computer software is fake Identifyin' the profiles, lifeless values Indistinguishable from criminals bitin' this Easy new and then free, ya B Facial network generating, he has appeared Bad person, technology worsen Childlike behind alter-egos Unlock troll propagandas, whole axis Thousands online, user fee Get usage via smartphone, uncallеd for Eyes alter, much effort is a job To shapе the portrait, fortunate or not Arrest the friendly company Who target your collections of data for the highest fees All I want is some privacy All I want is some privacy Nigga, get the fuck away from me Nigga, get the fuck away from me All I want is some privacy All I want is some privacy Nigga, get the fuck away from me Nigga, get the fuck away from me I'm just out here, tryna get a piece of the cake Puttin' work in, they hurtin', these niggas too fake Nine times out of ten, I'm pullin' up in the Wraith Ten times out of ten, I put it all on her face I'ma always put this shit in ya face Let you feel the pain, nigga, 'til your last days Still gettin' brain from ya bitch, you passed away Might throw a hunnid grand on ya fuckin' grave And I keep the white, keep the, keep the white like a snowstorm In the club, poppin' bottles, it's Dom Pérignon Balenciagas, t-shirt, khakis, that's the uniform And I keep a bad bitch from dippin' like a unicorn And a nigga savage 'cause I'm in for ten, boy Smokin' on the cabbage, it's a habit, I like chloroform Hittin' up the dust off the desk, it's a dust storm I just need my piece, ye ain't heard? That's the new norm New norm, yeah, new norm, new, normally Formerly with two tour buses full of the corn whiskey I'm absorbing the windstorm like Dorothy And she's soaring in the barn like a horsey I hit record, ghetto boys, poem is alluring Too many more of these sixteens, I'll be dodging you In the short story, the book of Michael Wayne is A rifle paintin', the mic and bullets, I pour heat Pour heat like a glass blower Ghetto cowboy in the box frame, no lasso thrower Kick a rap and I pack a show to the back door Move around in ya girl's chest like a bondholder Chop her down like a lawn mower Give her pretty then leave it sticky like an orange soda That's how I'm livin' 'til the touring's over But hieroglyphics in Memphis, you missin' it, bitch, I'm a born roller Ridin' the bass like Pork Soda Hardest of artists, this part of me's like barbeque on a porch owner Southern-made, marinade, millionaire, Mary-Kate Every day, killin', hey, fill the safe, every day Rockin' this leather jacket but the leopard's fake Fell in a pit, came back, stepped in snakes Pullin' this arrow way back, it ain't to graze Kill 'em all and lay it on the bread, mayonnaise Layin' eggs, a lot of people wait Tin roof, there's a lot of people in the shade Didn't get the coupon for the new wave Walmart, that's smarts, boy, lay-away And if you open, lay awake All I want is some privacy Nigga, get the fuck away from me Nigga, get the fuck away from me All I want is some privacy All I want is some privacy Nigga, get the fuck away from me Nigga, get the fuck away from me Nigga, get the fuck away from me Nigga, get the fuck away from me Nigga, get the fuck away from me Nigga, get the fuck away from me

Check my comprehensive catalog of crafts I'm daffed, I battle all like I don't have it all Avant-garde, battlestar Galactica Got rhymes per capita I'm shining through the aperture But I'm not gonna bust no caps for ya That's another genre, I'm the black bomber Track charmer, sack burner Distract burdens if it ain't that urgent Nerve prints word sentinel, invisible, infidel interstellar Hella clever, endeavors immeasurable With only heaven to go incredible Melodramatic wit tales from the tablet You fail 'cause you average Regardless of your sells and your status You extra baggage I bamboozle like I'm mobbin' in a land cruiser Down MacArthur, artistic archer, autistic misfit You'll get the sickness When I spit the wickedness And split cha wig like Kid Icarus Leave you headless like Icky-bod I infuriated, tick you off, stick to Pop Hip-Hop's too difficult to me, it's a cult Lyrics lacerated, slit cha throat Beat cha brain down like Piscopo with Smith Colt I don't know, Different Strokes So respect me for I whip out ol' Betsy Surgically remove you from my testes Purposely improve you just to see who the best be But sold up sexy Take a poll and know the prestige Large lefty, I automate, animate, my soul sanitation Like I gotta canvas painting manifestions Eh, who's ever hearin' this, Deltron-Z be a lyricist Frontin' on your fake false appearances Drive you delirious, dead serious The eeriest mic mysterious Eh peep, who's ever hearin' this, Deltron-Z be a lyricist Frontin' on your fake false appearances Drive you delirious, dead serious The eeriest mic mysterious Go ahead, try symbiosis But most rap artist don't have any focus Think they flippin' chips, try penny brokers Kipsco or pennyloafers Get my album I'll show you how it's done Delateous, hella atrocious wit' vocals My throat holds verbal choke pose Po-po's in ya scrolls, my goals are not rifles I flow scrimmage like the Microdots You might go pop and I might grow crops Go get the gestapo, you riskin' a pot full of gold Pull a zodiac sign to halftime Reenact rhymes from a past life of a flashlight Man, you don't know the half Dash right to the phonograph Blow your balderdash Coordinates confirm, subordinates will learn My ordnance is stern so supportin' my fern Is the only way in this lonely age where you goin' crazed Your style is sold and paid for 'cause I made more Water emcees like a bayshore Bullets graze doors In Oakland where they lay law Del is going AWOL wit' napalm Eight bombs taped to my arms like the town crier Now miser, strider, spit exciter, rippin' plywood Forget beef cakin' lyrical cheapskates Try Del and win the sweepstakes What I make is so hot, it's seethin' Off the deep end, stop your breathin' Caught cha sleepin' Now you're peekin' like you've eaten A hundred microdots wreck your equinox Delete every piece of props Leave your perforated, curb your hatred Deserve your matrix in the Word Olympics Completely furnished wit' burners like Ted Turner I broadcast the classics, fabulous, fantastic Peep, who ever hearin' this, Deltron-Z be a lyricist Frontin' on your fake false appearances Drive you delirious, dead serious The eeriest mic mysterious Hey, who ever hearin' this, Deltron-Z be a lyricist Frontin' on your fake false appearances Drive you delirious, dead serious The eeriest mic mysterious And the survey says "Go practice or something, man" You know peace