Conway The Machine, Jae Skeese, 7xvethegenius - Sister Abigail lyrics

And now, the Universal Champion
Delivering Sister Abigail
That is it
Uh, uh, yo, yo
Uh, DrumWork, check

Mind scramblin'
Open canvases got me dippin'
The paintin' brush
(What?)
I'm countin' through these bands
I sprayed an acre up
(Uh, huh)
That made her offer up the labia
Crazy trachea simultaneous
(What?)
You flavorless
These spitters is dangerous in my radius
Look, see, this the tester
I be out the window throwin' samples
That'll bring me power like the


Sahara covered in solar panels
(Come on)
Word to P
I'm keepin' it thorough down
To bone and marrows
On point like archers with bows and arrows
I solar flare you
(Talk that talk)
So do your portion
Don't get it contorted
Like you double-jointed
(What?)
I'm gifted
My presence detected like I'm clairvoyant
(What?)
I'm blessed, I come anointed
Every track I float
These rappers barely buoyant
Underwhelmin', they'll be labeled
As disappointments
They couldn't match me
(Nah)
This year
I'm takin' my account and puttin' more
Ns in it than Cincinnati
Keep it crafty (Let's get it)
They couldn't get at me since
Days denim was fashionably baggy
(What?)
They ain't adequate
This naturally a casualty
You comin' at me sideways
I'm reactin' diagonally
Like Bishops when attackin', see (Come on)
My creator made me her magnum opus
Her masterpiece
(What?)
Urlacher versus the Packers how
I will tackle beats
Who after me?
(Okay)

I'm crazier than y'all for 'bout as
Far as I can see
(Uh)
You seem to be a fraud who
Didn't get it out the streets
(7xve)
And now, somehow
You feel you should be thought of after me
(Nah)
You out it like I was when I
Ain't had no shit to eat
I mean that's probably why I be gettin'
So caught up as I think
(Uh)
On how to stay ahead until
You dread tryna compete
(Tryna)
Already out of reach
But shit get sticky 'bout a leech
(Uh)
Already out of reach
But can't just sit up out no beach
(Nah)
Look what my mama made, they get offended
I'm a palisade
(Uh)
They think my ego from my accolades (7xve)
They used to evil, I be sunnin' shade
My name's 7xve, bringin'
Boss bitches together
Lady Marmalade
(Uh)
They eyes on me like a
Token blackie in the mall
(7xve)
Guess that's the price of bein'
In charge, so, shit
I paid it off
(Uh)
This clean hustle and some dirty scars
I'm a boss 'cause I'm humble with a
Win like I am a loss
Goin' for the GOAT list
Me, the DrumWork, yeah, smart, dope chick
Took the game and stabbed it
Where it's throat is
(Uh)
I made up my mind that with this
Time I would be better than
Expectations of those in the ghettos
That I meddle in
(Uh)
Seven for the gods, oh God
Don't let the devil in
(Haha)
Tryna hide my demons like your medicine
Okay, now that I settled into
This new residence it's evident
You niggas hella bent on how
You came and went, well
Be a man
I bleed and vent on every beat I get
I'm sicker than a bitch
(Uh)
Gettin' rich, you gettin' shit and piss
Some geriatric shit
Tell them snakes in the grass
I'm the bad apple
You gon' try to bite and end up hurt
They gon' be mad at you
Just go do the work
Ain't even worth how they gon' laugh at you
(Nah)
Your angle too small startin' off
That shit mad acute
They never touched what I've lost
They never value it's cost
I get it on and it off, both
Of 'em start with a cough
7xve

Still in this kitchen, of course, bro
I'm whippin' this raw dope
(Whip)
Christian Dior coats
Your bitch and your boss broke
(Hahahaha)
You speak to me wrong
You know you gettin' your jaw broke
Any mix up at all
I'm sayin' if it's at all smoke
(What's poppin', nigga?)
I'm grippin' this four
Missiles is rippin' your torso
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Hit you, your body look inexplicably awful
(Hah)
Written these bars 'til they consider
Your boy a GOAT
They can't fuck with me at
All, they written me off
Though
(Pssh)
The bricks are from Norfolk, Virginia
And also
The shipment from off-boat
I'm pitchin' like John Smoltz
I whip 'til my arm broke
(Talk to 'em) , or at least it feel like it
I rap when I feel like it
Still my neck is flooded with real ices
(Bling)
Yeah, hit the connect, I get the deal prices
(Papi)
Any disrespect, it be a real crisis
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom)
Yeah, masterpiece on my wrist
You can't even speak to my bitch
You rappers is mostly broke pieces of shit
(Hah)
This that street nigga etiquette (Uh, huh)
Most the felons is predicate (Facts)
Evident you don't have
The better intelligence
To kill the body
You just go for the head and you sever it
Melon get shell in it, evidence
Never a shred of it
Bezel is mean, bust down President
Tell 'em it's Machine (Talk to 'em)
And yet you haven't seen the worst of it
Every beat I get on, I
Just leave Earth on it
Spooky
(Brrt)