Lyrics: Three threes and I put them on my feet, seraphim steppers when I’m walking on the beat 
Dying in the studio, dying from the heat
Dining in a palace, bitch you dying in the streets 

Court speak, cause my words are elite
Black ash fault, no I don’t mean concrete
Job isn’t finished, until it’s complete
I don’t need Grammies, cause I don’t compete 

Bring in the sitar, stupid ass nigga yeah bitch you a retard. King of dick eating, I call you the meat tsar. Goofy ass Nigga, like bitch you from Pixar

And your fits looking bizarre, did you get it from the bazaar. Bitch you not even on par. Got 3 strikes I’m offending the umpire. 

Black ash must’ve thought it was a house fire
Slash me, and I’ll pull up in some flat tires 
Indigo in the cut like a textile
Tryna read me but you can’t read my text style

OwlEyEs on fire like a Phoenix 
Colder than a flock flightless bird using Linux 
Victory lap cause I’m already winning
Chilling in my garden like it was in the beginning

Bring in the sitar, stupid ass nigga yeah bitch you a retard. King of dick eating, I call you the meat tsar. Goofy ass Nigga, like bitch you from Pixar

And your fits looking bizarre, did you get it from the bazaar. Bitch you not even on par. Got 3 strikes I’m offending the umpire. 

Three threes and I put them on my feet, seraphim steppers when I’m walking on the beat 
Dying in the studio, dying from the heat
Dining in a palace, bitch you dying in the streets

PHO3N1X // BL4CK4SH3

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“Behold, I give unto you power to tread on snakes and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy: and nothing shall by any means hurt you.”

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