Intro
Imagine if sun burned me, you could see the phoenix hatching
Imagine the image in your head of me swinging hatchet
Imagine me slim and short playing the catch with
A bullet, hiding behind the flames, cause I'm a match fit

Imagine If I smack bitch, with a ten inch blade
Dispatch her pale face in a black ditch, with her head detached
Every damn bitch challenging me gonna get a wrench hit
Impact like Genshin, thats it, ain't no rematch
Ill do it with Kraken ink, wait I said crack and ink
Nutmegging trough the whores legs, while you nut megging
Beat the shit out of this beat, till you hear the crackling
Sound, toss some fuckin hook on, that's how I'm fuckin grappling
I'm tired from all this trap music, I'm getting back to basics
Don't need to fly to Orlando, to produce some fuckin magic
No priest, boom Baptist, no Catholics, just organ splashing
Like gator snatching your neck, all my lakers placid
All songs future classics, the master of all the mastering
Bashing all the gals, like my name is fuckin Asterix
Sixth sense, chapter six, attacking like mavericks
Ya be chasing clout, bout all ya bitches are apteryx
Ya want smoke, light a cannabis, while I open a can of bliss
Think before you speak, hold mouth in water like pelicans
Hold yo fuckin horses, I'm the cavalier when I appear
Kick the gear into turbo, and grab the fuckin steering wheel
Bringing heat on the beat like I'm fuckin alchemist
Using fire as catalyst, holy text, sacrament of kings
Still tryna hack into this game, still anonymous
Makin my own golden state, warrior as protagonist
Kicking the door, barging in, ya know you can't handle this
Pray for mercy, either way imma crush all mantises
Imma trail blazer, ya bitches ain't suited for tactic wiz
Fuck yo face tats, tight shirts and lacy knicks
Hook:
Imagine if sun burned me, you could see the phoenix hatching
Imagine the image in your head of me swinging hatchet
Imagine me slim and short playing the catch with
A bullet, hiding behind the flame, cause I'm a match fit