Desert storm
Bigger
Yeah
Uh
D-D-DJ Clue
On my shit, nigga
Yeah
Clueminati
I orbit the earth, whenever I'm recordin' a verse
When I'm ready to drop, SETI gon' report on it first
Play my album for the corpse in a hearse
It's so live, the flow can make the rigor mortis on a mortal reverse
These niggas reckless, tryna disrespect the lord of the church
Get disconnected from your source, just like the cord at your birth
I'm from an alternate dimension, I got lost inside of this one
Now I'm walkin' 'round and lookin' for a portal that works
But all of the perks of rhymin', make it harder to search
The tormented poet, I've been anointed since a quarter water slaughtered my thirst
At one time, my neck and wrist was havin' so much ice
You'd think I'm gettin' dudes deported to a borderin' turf
These niggas swear they doin' numbers, but it's more to the story
You bust it down, it's botted streams and kids orderin' merch
When niggas hate, it's like a blessin' in the form of a curse
I've been anointed since a quarter water slaughtered my thirst
Songbirds wanna swallow my girth, I'm off the market
If life is truly a movie, God is the art department
The only way of describin' this way that I'm rhymin'
Is picture Jeffery Dahmer walkin' a carcass across the carpet
The Marshall Faulk of the roster, all-star offense
Outsiding the music, I'm as cool as your faucet
I stayed to myself, I ain't talkative, y'all taught me
Not to have a heart-to-heart with a monster, they all too heartless
Like the skeletons that these fellas locked in the closet
I smelt it from the jump, 'cause it felt too awkward around it
I fell back, my dawg in heaven pushin' Hellcats would tell ya, from the beginnin', I wonder, how could I dodge it?
The beef ain't real, so it ain't no reason to squash it
The game ain't neither, so it's easy for me to pause it
With one verse, I disassemble narratives, your theories get killed
The murder weapon was superior skill (yeah)
Sellin' drugs to your stereos, sincerely, it feels
Like overdosin' off a myriad of various pills
You're not alone when you experience ethereal thrills
Even niggas burnin' in hell, when they hear me, get chills
I'm a 99 build, from the Ville signin' mighty fine deals, this year total was 95 mil'
So why do I still grind like I'm tryna retire? My mom's out the post office
From Saint John's to the league, like I'm Moe Harkless
I loaded the whole cartridge on foes who wholeheartedly oppose the chosen one
That rose like the golden Sun, in the mornin', to give light to even those that shun
Raised from the flows, radiate the globe, meltin' snow on this frozen tundra
Known as the rap game, that's been overcome with loads of marketin' plans
Based on randomly dissin' and hatin' on the next man
I understand, imagine workin' hard as you can
On this album you planned, hopin' it charges yo' brand
But as soon as you drop it, the world's ignorin' again
Got you wonderin' why, 'til you start to notice the trend
Drama enhances the attention brought to the fans
On popular channels, so you wanna hop on the bandwagon
Of battle rapping and throwing shots in a jam
I had my chance, but I dropped it, which means my only option
To do the opposite then (lead with the skill, nigga)
If hip-hop is back, JID should chart platinum
Anything less than that, it means y'all cappin'
The Fall-Off is droppin' 2/6, stop askin'
I wanna thank God, 'cause I almost lost passion
Thought that I was finished, then it all start crashin'
Made me remember why a nigga start rappin'
I'm pissed, 'cause the Knicks coulda hired Mark Jackson
I'm hyped, Mike Jordan, just start broadcastin'
And all the old rappers gettin' bags podcastin', it's beautiful
Clueminati! (It's beautiful)
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
DJ Clue
Desert Storm
What?
Clueminati!
