ELZhi - Strangeland lyrics

Elzhi, there it is georgia Anne, there it is
Dudley, there it is check it out

This beat slapping like Goldie
At the Player's Ball
Coming out his robe if his paper small
To show my ass and shit on
You is not a nature call
I'm tryna crack your head and blow your
Mind 'til you paint your wall
The rappers that I ate that
You consider great were all
Cold, but then they froze, and afterwards
I watched a glacier fall through hellfire
Hotter than a Taco Bell fryer
In a building next to Belle Tire
I excеl higher than a propel flyer
Aftеr lighting up an L prior
To catching the Holy Ghost by
A hired female choir
And that's just me messing around
I'm the pie in the sky
The treasure chest in the ground
Oil struck on the planet
What else you thought ran it?
The whole battlefield becomes abandoned once
I drop a war missile
You feeling like a pimp? Go on
And brush your shoulders off
But, you can get swept as soon as
I mop the floor with you
Don't wind up in a strange
Land with a deranged man
Those with short change can't keep they
Two cents before it exchange hands
'Cause that's a nuisance
'bout as much as someone I knew since
I started using my brain
When they ain't gain any new sense
And won't even give focus with a few squints
Looking through tints
Another dead man here and was
Found as the head bandit
Without a headband slid
So instead, where he bled landed
All on my blueprints
That's how I caught him red handed
So, who's a fool impressing?
With they medulla guessing
School's in session
I'm the open book you study
For the rule and lesson

Yeah, there it is i'm not the one to test
No need to prepare a quiz
Too many claim king
But can't sit in this chair of his
All that talk'll have you laid out
In front of your therapist (yeah)
Ayy, there it is

Look, I'll destroy your fam
Like dysfunctional marriages
That won't even spare the kids
Inside of the carriages
Rap is like the crack game
Peep Pac compare to Biz (yeah)
If I put my hands on you, it's to heal
But the thought alone would kill y'all
Your threats still fall under wolf tickets
I'd only buy to see Tyler the Creator
While y'all selling them at will call
Have several seats before the real stall
I'll show you the bigger picture as
If I were a theater
Mission failed if you think you dissing El
From up under his nose when suspicion smell
Like rats with a missing tail
That kiss-and-tell, and list entail
Through dark nights like Christian Bale
I can tell you how a Mossberg sounds
Before battle rap, I watched
Niggas flip quarters, then I heard rounds
I got the Juice like Q when Bishop
Grip came a-loose on the tall building
Then the fall killed him
Is that confusing as teaching small children
To rep a nation that give reparations
But hate foreigners when they all pilgrims?
It's the way I create formulas
That bubble in the beakers
To flow through the speakers and
Knock you out your sneakers
You wouldn't stand a chance rich rappers
Put up your hundred grand advance
With the pen, I can turn
A name into a number
Shackle you and have you escorted
Through the right entrance
To be put in a mental prison
So why would I sweat your bars
Knowing they coming with a light sentence?
You a block away and I'm a flight distance
I'm just living out predictions from a
Palm reader who light incense
Whether old nigga, new nigga
Don't become a memory to make some
Beer pour out of brew swigger
I would rather be here for you
That's word to Georgia Anne and Declaime
We came to record the standout album
Of the year for the listeners
To those cooking up a diss like
It's a dish for us
It's gon' get ate up, how it's meant to be
I mentally disturbed the entity
That sent to me