HHC - AZAMI
Scars on my body
And I use it like Azami
Three bands on me
Got me moving like a zombie
Turned some violence into flowers
Sold it, Murakami
We bend, we don't break
Yeah, we're origami
What the fuck, yuh
Bump they gums, yuh
Dudes just wanna talk when it's done
Yah, yah, yah
Niggas be talkin
I'm punching a jaw in
These angels have falling
Critique to a peak that these niggas exhausting
I'm saucin, I'm drippin, I'm wet like a faucet
Cause I'm on the grind, yeah I already clocked in (ayo)
Chit chit chat
All the shit that was spat
When they rip on the track
Wait
Wait, wait, wait
Bitch shut up and don't speak, yuh
Killing these niggas with ease, yuh
No Kodak, I'm rollin in peace, yuh
So why can't I listen to me, yuh
You say it's all good, but you're sloppy
I'm up to no good, try and stop me
Try and stop me
Try and stop me
Sins crawl up and it's funny
How do I find peace and make money
You saw me succeed, now you love me
Before all the green, different story
Blood suckling parasite
I don't do these things for the pleasure
Crazy socks are a compliment
I'll grip you tight like a seizure
I'll eat you up for breakfast
I'll eat you up for the fuck of it
I don't hesitate, I just run with it
You're stuck right here and you're struggling
Scars on my body
And I use it like Azami
Three bands on me
Got me moving like a zombie
Turned some violence into flowers
Sold it, Murakami
We bend, we don't break
Yeah, we're origami
This an apocalypse
Metamorphosis
I'm transformed, be eating esophagus
Broken cartilage
I'm going heartless
Can't you mirror yourself in this pond of piss
Can you see yourself, can you see yourself
Three years later, are you eating well?
Are you still feeding on this human flesh?
When I see your face, yeah oh I can tell
Optimistic, bitch get in this
I need my breakfast, I need my breakfast
Grew up like this, hungry tummy
Call me restless, call me restless
Opposition, where's your kitchen
I need my breakfast, I need my breakfast
Grew up like this
Hungry as fuck
Where is my breakfast?
Where is my breakfast?
"Why the fuck is this bitch on the track?"
Said, "Why the fuck is this bitch on the track?"
Oh, you mad, huh?
You mad, huh?
Gender minority, deal with it morally
I do not care how they did it historically
I'm claiming space and now there's no ignoring me, ugh
You mad that a woman possess shit you lack?
Dumbfounded by murderous flow that I rap
And if I'm on the team then we're coming through stacked
Now are you bothered I picked up a rhythm?
I run up my code and write new algorithms
I'm making waves in male-dominant systems
I'll take it from here
Why don't you take the kitchen?
Scars on my body
And I use it like Azami
Three bands on me
Got me moving like a zombie
Turned some violence into flowers
Sold it, Murakami
We bend, we don't break
Yeah, we're origami
3 bands, I know
2 flows, I stole
Get back on road
I pay no tolls
New scars, I gloat
No cars, I float
My back is sore
So sick of carrying all of this song
One in the back and I did it like
They gonna tell me it's wack
I'm gon' give 'em a slap
They tell me to rap
I'll give it on track
Gimme a minute and I'll give 'em a laugh
Stand up quick, my head gon' blast
You keep talking shit, going "blat"
I'm so cocky and it gon' last
Someone stop me, I'm too bad
Spiraling outta control with this song
Derailing the flows, yeah you ask me what's wrong
Scaring my friends, and you won't be too long
Junji Ito flow
Phil, show 'em what's up
Scars on my body
And I use it like Azami
Three bands on me
Got me moving like a zombie
Turned some violence into flowers
Sold it, Murakami
We bend, we don't break
Yeah, we're origami
Scars on my body
And I use it like Azami
Three bands on me
Got me moving like a zombie
Turned some violence into flowers
Sold it, Murakami
We bend, we don't break
Yeah, we're origami
(Where is your kitchen? I need my breakfast, I need my break-)
Salami, salami, salami, salami, salami, salami
Written by:
Akkhiel Nambbiar, Breanna Lucero, Genaro Cruz Jr., Kevin Marcum, Phil Coady, Ryan Gong
Publisher:
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