Ransom, Statik Selektah, Ea$y Money - Outcast lyrics

[Ransom, Statik Selektah, Ea$y Money - Outcast lyrics]

Ah man
Statik i don’t think these motherfuckers
Realize what’s about to
Go down right now it’s classic shit i’m
The barbarian and I specialize in
Torture, pain and suffering
Agony i was an outcast but we winning
We ain’t never losing

If the god said it, it's barbaric
Fuck if Minaj said it
She never has to admit it
And give my bars credit
I’m going out on a limb
And sayin' they prosthetic
I eat these rappers alive and
Call it a small fetish
Never sympathetic even when
They spit pathetic i’m prophetic
I make 'em wish that they never said it
(Huh, make 'em wish they never said
It) make 'em regret it
I shake up your spirit
When creatin' these lyrics
From out the shackles and tabernacles
I stab and tackle
Any crab or jackal that’s laughin' at you
I smack and grab 'em
Like I’m John Cena, there ain’t a Don cleaner
Heavy shoes to fill
I’m breakin' the concrete up
The biggest nigga in the yard again
And the streets we starving in
I leave a couple up in your cardigan
I’m born again, sippin' Patrone and gin
You’d never stand a chance in the
Ring that I’m sparring in

Allow me to reintroduce myself
I got them scars in my tissue
All my bars is official
Allow me to reintroduce myself
I spit the pain and glory
Let me explain my story, yeah
Allow me to reintroduce myself
I’m still from the same
Discipline where niggas
Allow me to reintroduce myself, my niggas
Homie, I fuckin' live it

I am mythological
Prodigal son of a diabolical
Volatile and methodical, biological obstacle
Pathological chronicles of this
Fuckin phenomenal astronomical, powerful
Why was they ever doubtin' you?
Nigga if I was you I would bow to the god
Up in prison
My vision I would scour the yard
Lookin' for prey, what can I say?
I got these fiends all droolin'
When I’m cookin' this yay
There’s not a nigga that’s better
Than I’m a veteran severin heads
My brotherin threads is leather and dreads
I’mma peasent with led, but a king with a gun
Slingin' for fun
Ain’t no room in my kingdom to come
Barbarian bars, leavin' caesarean scars
All these wack ass albums
They comparing to ours
Statik and Ran, im just a savage with grams
We hit the block hard soon
As we establish a plan


King Leonidas
I’m bias whenever I would ride it
Recite it and cause a riot
I’m tired of all these liars
I’m often startin' fires and
Makin' these frauds retire
Hopin they all expire
I’m what these broads admire
An outcast, rebel without a cause nigga
I ain’t a faggot so I
Ain’t gotta say pause nigga
It’s truly yours nigga, one of the greatest
We in the class by ourselves
Give a fuck if you played us
Winning gold like the Lakers
I’m exposin' these haters
To the wrath of a giant, blastin' the iron
No niggas faster than I am, holding a razor
Cold as a glaciar, niggas tragically dyin'
Give you status for trying
I’m as bad as the mayans
Predict the future, medusa
It’s the clash of the titans
Statik and Ran, automatics and grands
We hit the block hard soon
As we establish a plan

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