COOKS - ZED PEACE FT. BOGEY SLUGS

In the ether, got my stripes no zebra
Tipping the scale, ain't talking about Libras
Head spinning like hurricane katrina, call up Fema
Got the game on lock, carabiner 
Rep Brunei, 673
Real talk
Teacher of the dark arts, with a dark heart
Graduated all A's, from the School of Hard Knocks
Wait, how the fuck he do this
I don't give no hints out, so I leave em clueless
Sicker than a cruise ship
South East Asian, Mr Rager go ape shit
Evolution states that, I've been hella sick even way back
When I was a student, the fuck was you doing?
Vegas mindset, I ain't ever losing
Rap my thang, claiming restitution
Flow so fluid, trying to stack that duit
Only spit real bars, no whack ass music
Damn, my shit go hard
But I keep it high class like caviar
Sit and watch, on my hand to God
Just need a spark, to blow right up
Can't come close to the level I'm on 
So explosive, dropping them bombs
Like boom, soon as I step in the room
Rapid fire flow ain't got no platoon
Just me and my goons, been paying my dues
Stacking that paper to a penthouse view
Ooh, yeah we gon' make it
I said we gon' make it
And when I make it
Speed down this lane, quicker than a train through a gang of these haters
South East Asia, back on the radar
Kick it back, like a hat trick from Neymar
Sonnin' these rappers like my name Vader
Wits are weapons, always keep that blade sharp
A*, for the effort put in
Never too much of a good thing
Rap like it's nothing
Milly rock, drop it like it's hot
Got the sauce in the pot
Can you smell what I'm cooking?
Killin' it, that is definitive
I don't need pills, my intellect limitless
Nothing else that I would do instead of this
Anything else to me is not relevant
Out in the wild like a scene from the Revenant
More than a skill to make this look effortless
Body instrumentals, how I take care of it
You get double tapped, trapped and Left 4 Dead

Bogey Slugs