Robionic - 4th Kind Lyrics

I'm taking rap over
This strap in my holster
I bang at your skully believe me like Mulder
My style is the Solar
My hustle is polar
Yes I'm conceded don't know him don't know her
My ear to the street Shout out to the Cobra
Heart of a lion opposers are roaches
I ride on my enemies call up the vultures
My verses in stone body a sculpture
I come for your throne body your culture
My name is well known for the molly and coca
Even the multa habla no ingles callate la boca or meet the pistola
I can't be played I have no controller
I am not fake I have no persona
I'm making waves they not on the sonar
I make'em raise out of a coma
My name is bionic my game is Iconic
I am a Alien I hang with phsycotics
I am a plug boy don't play with my sockets
Cause all of our weapons is laser and rockets
My vibe is the the bomb, wave is atomic
My weed is exotic my lady is tropic
The world in my palm, game in my pocket
My heart on this track and this beat in a coffin (Bionic)