Denzel Curry, Kenny Beats, Smino, Robert Glasper - So.Incredible.pkg (Robert Glasper Version) lyrics

Ready go, go, go

I don't write rhymes, nigga, I write checks
Might rewrite your life if the price set
Mic check, one-two,  one-two
It's the nigga Denzel comin' outta the Zuu
Carol City, what I breathe
Dissect the flow so you could
See what I bleed
Put it all together and it forms to one thing
Captain Planet, I'm on my
Packin' cannons to crack Atlantis
It's so incredible

Lookin' at your face is so regrettable
Better fix your mug
They gotta rush you to the medical
Doctor, buggin' out like Flik versus Hopper
Untouchable to any window shopper, mannеquin
Flow scorch the back just like it's Anakin
Smokin' cannabis but ain't no
Journals that I'm handlin'
Like, who brings thе composition
To the competition?
There's gonna be some consequences when I
(Look out) now lemme turn this to the judge
And throw the book out
Then skew it on the Barbie
Like a motherfuckin' cookout
This rhyme is dedicated to every
MC I took out and ones that got the best of
Me so all y'all niggas lookout
Ay, yo, I chef mad flavors
Bitches suck the energy
It's like a Lifesaver shave it off the top
It's sort of like a lightsaber
Cheese grater, he's greater
When they mention I, definition of the fly
And that's why

I don't write rhymes, nigga, I write checks
Might rewrite your life if the price set
Mic check, one-two, one-two
It's the nigga Denzel comin' outta the ZUU
Carol City, what I breathe
Dissect the flow so you could
See what I bleed
Put it all together and it forms to one thing
Captain Planet, I'm on my
Packin' cannons to crack Atlantis
It's so incredible

A'ight, I got this theory that
All country niggas is related, you feel me?
Shit, we got Currys in my family, nigga
We might be cousins (Baby)

Back at your line and nigga I'm cuttin' neck
Five in the mornin', like, damn, boy
You ain't up yet? No fatigue and no preachy
Got a lil' jawn at the crib
And we gettin' lifted like
Elevators in Brixton let me paint a quick
Picture, it's Highsquiat, let me spark
I been on big ginger
I'm Bob Ross with the art
I got home this mornin' and parked
My car in the yard
Stumbled right into that coochie that I
Had left on the charger
Roll right over, check my DM
And every message say, "Carpe
Like Smino, papi
You prolly don't 'member me from Wisconsin
I was baggin' all the green
I bought you a couple packers
Told you that you the reason I
Still got hope in these rappers"
I'm like, "Huh, me? Lil' old me?"
Brought the steppers out tonight and
I ain't talkin' Frankie
At the Beverly, I seen my dawgs
Spark the stanky came a long way from
Parker Grove, parkin' in, mm

I don't write rhymes, nigga, I write checks
Might rewrite your life if the price set
Mic check, one-two, one-two
It's the nigga Denzel comin' outta the ZUU
Carol City, what I breathe
Dissect the flow so you could
See what I bleed
Put it all together and it forms to one thing
Captain Planet, I'm on my
Packin' cannons to crack Atlantis
It's so incredible

Lookin' at your face is so regrettable
Man can make corrected control adjustments
To compensate for certain electronic
And mechanical malfunctions look out