El Wave - Termanology, Willie the Kid, Reks

It’s swagology, stay pitching like Roy Halladay

Consolidate my money and drugs to pass poverty

The smooth criminal, no mic, move pivotal

Alchemist, Stat on the beat, two generals

I make a lot of cash in a week, move minerals

Never take rappers too deep or too literal

'Cause they be faking with funny imaginations

And conversations, Illuminatis and Masons

The shit I make excite federal agents

Dominicans dealing with dope deportations

The gram chopper, little ice with my cran vodka

Japan shopper, tan copper, I’m the man partner

I fuck with OGs that’s corrupted

Looking to fuck shit up bad when they buck shit

Disgusted when I hear ya’ll rhyme

And feeling like Pun in his prime

Pull your knuckle back 'til you say uncle to that

No killer but no niggas who hit you with the borat

Not talking Kazakhstan, God I can’t stand

Any motherfucker not in my clan

Michael Black san heart

Blast darts that tear apart your ligaments

Termanology, venomous sentences

Infamous sin, Satan, my sentiments been raping the penmanship

Bin Laden your noggin, my slang hit your brain

Like suicide bombing, nothing we doing common

Nothing to like when my brothers write

Not once, twice but three times official

John Doe flow will hit you like rocket sub missles

Motherfucker what’s the issue, shut up and rap

Matter of fact just shut your yap

I hate any rapper not on this track

You all suck, you all fuck

A-hole pussyhole vagina rhyming hoes

Closed curtain triple homicide murders what’s up

Pick a time piece, meticulous delicious dinners

Dim the lights, pour some liquor

Bitches lick it off each other

Coffee color furniture from Ralph Lifshitz

Lift your chain like a jewel heist, my heightened senses

Sense danger and since when you niggas dangerous

A shot of Jameson, payments came in envelopes

Vamanos, volleyball bitches naked, body paint

I came to party like Bobby Brown

Never brown nose a vile temper

Nino Brown with the crack vial

And it was G Money vision but then he turned fiend

I dream filthy, I’m from that crowd, my stash crowded

Certain shit I can’t allow it, now bow before me

The .40 cal like a moist towelette, disposable

Your Apple tablet in the toilet, I’m disrespectful

Expecting nothing from niggas dependencies foolish

Prepare to burden who you cool with

Bearskin rugs, I wear rugbies and fuck redbones

On red carpet, rug burns and red wine finding parking

I’m at the loft but it’s soft like a fresh croissant

Simply my ensemble is something awesome

It’s Willie