Andre Mez - Voltron Lyrics

Tokyo Ken beats dead on arrival
Semi and a blade rest next to my bible
'Do what thou wilt' but the word of the land
Is you best come correct to the son of the man
What's up with you, man?
Always got a pout face
World in your palms but your head in the cloud space
Pretty motherf*cker but nobody seem to love you
Monogram belt but nobody seem to love you
Giving all you got but nobody seem to love you
When the metal pop, everybody gon' love you

So bang bang, where the women Imma pipe down?
Stack a little paper and you every woman's type now
Shit shift when I enter CTRL
That's a keyboard line
Got a keyboard hoping it would eat more time, but I'm stuck on the bullshit
Work, play games, but ignore all my music
So here's the pen glide, better stop snoozin'
2018, 500 Benz cruisin'
Been oozin' that steez since a young blood
Trap line brr for the freeze wrist come-up
Name ring a bell on the TV screen
See me when you scroll through your Tweet-Tweet feed
Tryna spread love to the end of the planet, wasn't planning in the early days
Tryna get close to the GOAT like Janet, ride out drop top to the pearly gates
Damn he cold, his style mean
Bitch quit lying, he ain't seventeen!
Guess my demeanor twenty years my senior
Knowledge served to me as a youth, subpoena
Everything I write is like another rapper's highlight
Book smart but count on me to win in every knife fight

Tokyo Ken beats dead on arrival
Semi and a blade rest next to my bible
'Do what thou wilt' but the word of the land
Is you best come correct to the son of the man
What's up with you, man?
Always got a pout face
World in your palms but your head in the cloud space
Pretty motherf*cker but nobody seem to love you
Monogram belt but nobody seem to love you
Giving all you got but nobody seem to love you
When the metal pop, everybody gon' love you

So bang bang, Cobain when I write mine
Stuck on the rap game, can I get a lifeline?
Bible or a bullet, same power where my waist at
When I see a microphone, I hop in, lay track
Hop out, drop that, pray somebody give a f*ck
Prayin' that somebody with influence see I been amok
Lookin' for the clout, but I'm on that independent shit
Lookin' for the clout, new Jordans prolly do the trick
It's like that, you know it's like that
And I react effervescent on a hype track
Hit Champ then Champ deliver
Then Dre black out like mid-December
Put it, mix that together, our pans'll simmer
I got legendary lines that I can't remember
I hope you see now, Broward never senile
Bashed names, bad grades, bring it to a C now
Five years, top of world, top of my class
'Til then, ten thousand hours all to my craft
XXL, I don't need your help, but when the call come, don't try to zone me with trash
Andre Mez, Ondrizl, or a future living legend what I'm hoping that you know me as