Bronze Nazareth, Roc Marciano, Killah Priest - Papayas '21 lyrics

Yeah, big blimps, killer pimps
Drug dealer science clients, militant pen
Equivalent gun fire for hire
Slugs thru ya papaya, fry ya
Run up in your attire
And snatch china from your vagina
Roll like a tire
I'm on the move again like a fugitive
Slippery like a lubricant
My gun come with a duplicate
Plus boo I shoot from the hip
Like The Duke in the flicks
The coup is a six
How it feel to sit on a scoop of Jiff
(peanut butter) if I don't toot my own horn
If it's not me then who is?
The street is in need of my g-influence
Put a G in to win
Feed you a timb, then let my people's in
Spin your vehicle with the eagle and
Get in the Regal with the evil grim
Get medieval and, bring needle in
Flee in the red El Camino and
Wet your silhouette, left your pillow wet
Where them killers at, spray the milli
Mac, at your beaver hat, marc!

Uhh carbines, raw vines, clouds illuminate
I Bloom a 8th
Nigga let’s see how this puma taste
You salty glutamate, from the food I ate
My human trait's scraped from
A different crystal plate
Silverback Ruger bet you wish it was the ape
(bet you wish)
I flick a 8th, my tempo in the rector shake
You hallucinate beluga weight
Lumumba stakes
I ruminate my way away from section 8
I’m on the take, collating text with cake
Monumental steps I’m on the Lake
Whatever you peddling, that shit is fake!
Glaciers of ice, a nigga shredding the rink
I perform the breast stroke then let
Me tread in the pink i ate up the Linx
Horizontal like I’m on a sniper plank
Trichomes dance on the wedding cake
Got that yeti stank rattlesnake Fang
Langston Hughes pen heavy freight
My real shooter he locked he
Shot the Dezi str8 i pray Allah save my soul
And send me a wraith
I’m rather unique, shallow and deep
Medallion shadows creep on the beach
You wallow in defeat
8 million streams put me out in the sea
On a yacht playing yahtzee, honorable me

Priest, I wrestle with devils
Had scuffles with gods
Play chess with death while demons
Had shuffled up cards
I flirted with murder the
Observer puffin cigars
Flash back to all my peoples
Out there hustling hard
Secret society, bribery is giving me anxiety
Brings out the side of me
Turns my hair white my eyes fiery
In the scope off the balcony
Same bullets made Malcolm bleed
Too much truth can make your album seize
Reality, I put fire and hot brimstones
On verses that curses GZA, to Rakim thrones
Everyone Heaven's son, Thresh to come
Guards gun slinger
Program the beat, with just one finger
One arena thousands of lions
One of us triumphs, Planets aligning
Land of the Mayans standing Zion
From liquid swords to solid arrows
Priest is the pharaoh
On marble floors, in Grecian apparel