Produced by: Sutter Kain
Mixed & Mastered by: Sutter Kain
lyrics
Kae G The Original Seed:
I'm here to raise the murder rate, invert, arrange your vertebrae
In certain ways, I'm certainly - going for a circle shape
It's surgery, inserting blades - I'll take you to the pearly gates
it's verbal rape; Ghost and Rae, that's word to the Purple Tape
I'm nervously, skirting jake; turning, swerving purposefully
The early service sermon teach lies inspired by clergy
Live at five the murder scene, mired in dry Burgandy
Hide or die, the urgency - homicide in the first degree
Fortune the Iron Mic Mangler:
Black Hercules, God-like composition
Too powerful for mortals and all mic competition
I rock with precision, no stopping the vision, on top of the mission
I'm taking your spot and that pot that you piss in
Listen, I'm on another level, I scrap with the devil
Snap his horns in half and then laugh - it's like plastic to metal
Mash on the pedal, travel in traffic, so fast you hit a car
Spit a bar so savage and graphic it left you with a scar
Fortune The Iron Mic Mangler:
You better get, some sleep or rest to decompress and speak less
I'll teach you how to rip a beat from Bless
Each lesson; gain deep respect for a chief, a vet
Every record is in repeat when we connect
The master swordsman without any rap endorsements
Pull a weapon, take swing and fucking slash your organs
Tag the orphans, post it up on Instagram live
Clash with Fortune; watch you and your little man die
Kae G The Original Seed:
I'm a villain, at my side: a blade for stealing life
The page, a killer writes. Amazing, the illest white
Impatient, I kill a mic, all graves get filled despite
The brave instilled with pride, inspired by Miller Lite
The fight still rages on, the might: I'm Megatron
Your life is dead and gone, give flight or bet it's on
I'm hype. Your head, your arm - I'll slice it and sell it raw
The nicest to peddle war, since 1964!
Kae G The Original Seed:
I swing a sword to make war, the gang raw
The main source of pain caused by chain saws
Insane bars, our brains are trained for the main course
Get slain or your veins drained by deranged dogs
The apes maul, so blame God when the pain full
It's face-off with the ape's claws and the Kabar
I'll take charge; invade, brawl and break jaws
... call HR, if I rage hard with blade drawn!
Fortune The Iron Mic Mangler:
It's still the same song, never lacking with the rhymes
On the third verse; my words hurt, fracturing your spine
I'm passionate; attacking with a fraction of my mind
An African in shackles that you couldn't capture from behind
I'm chasing after power and can't relate to you cowards
That settle for minimum wage and getting paid by the hour
My skills are limitless, what I'm building, has ill benefits
They still reminisce, what comes after - you will remember this
credits
from Barbarians,
released October 15, 2021
Written by: B. Wade, O. Mitchell
Produced by: Sutter Kain
Mixed & Mastered by: Sutter Kain
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