Patagonist - Noble's Anarchy Lyrics

Whew
We back
Look
It's ptag
You have no idea
Who this is
It's common for listener
So listen the riches
Cannot even get this
Unless it's the business
The jig is up
Rap is so simpler I don't give a f*ck
Point him to chicken to give him a buck
I round to nearest so tell him good luck
Don't want to hear shit so knuck if you buck
If you fight then you die if you run then it's done
Niggas be so quick to pull out a gun
Well my pen is the ruga so let's have some fun
Like my brothers on tinder let's link then placenta
She said she was hungry got sausage for dinner
Her walls was the matrix was ready to enter
I turned him to paper the ink made a spinner 
Fire and fire and flame I'm the spitter
I'm just like a boomer this bomb is gone getcha
I'm back on my pocket
Not bag but my pocket 
You cannot heat up cause I am a hot pocket
Team Rocket blast high 
I'm fast like nascar
Shake N' bake Ricky Bobby
How I treat everybody
They know I'm that star
And know I'm that far
Miles a way miles a away
My spidey sense is tinglin of rappers tryna copy paste
Can't wait when I'm in The game
I know it's gone ovulate
Am I or I'm not ready for baby strollers with the fame 
I know that it is too late
I know there's no turnin back
I done killed a couple rappers and their never comin back
Yea they try to shoot they shot
But they not a Utah Jazz
Leave it for a you to ask
Murder game its uterus 
Better run cause you the rest
Rules is street so where's the ref
Never ever lose ya breath
They gone always meet they death
As long as they next to me
It's a promise they gone rip
Saw it comin destiny
I won't give the recipe
Even further magic trick
They gone probably wanna know
Sorry it won't happen kid
Sorry this ain't what you want
Chant it just like durkio
Rappers like to give side eye
Like really the nerve of you