Emerged From The Mist (Intro) ft. Bo$$man & NuanceTheArtist Lyrics

Fist, ZILLA, get em'

Ha

I emerged from the mist, hand wraps in blood

All my people underground, kill shit like CHUD

Kunlun ain't safe, so I had to return

Powers of the flaming fist, leave you characters burned

Kinda hard to keep peace, from the devilish streets

Representing dumb shit, from the mark of the beast

Nowadays cats murder for cool points

Talk gun play, but never had shot none

Bird brain chicks, so annoying as fuck

Shouting pussy so wet, but it's yucky as puss

Had it with the industry, yeah it's up and it's stuck

Where the good bars at, got Hershey and Mars

Incorporate em', with the boom bap

In my bag, Welch's fruit snack

Slide through the jungle, with 20 juice packs

I'm not nice, I'm nothing to snooze on

Knock you out, put your grand pop in a group home

I'm too cold, old school like a two-tone

They watch me like a waterproof Hublot

Short arm for stabbing, long arm for jabbing

Beat the clock, like i'm dashing in Madden

You spent time, hating me, fantastic!

Walking migraine, ugly broads take aspirins

Lifestyle savage, penthouse decorated lavish

Killin' emcees, is my habit

Haha nigga, first class do the math nigga!

Boss man, in this jawn

This rap shit is my passion

And the money is everlasting

Keep laughin', I say these chokers got a trickle-based sleeve

Right now, no, no, I can't breathe

Say life is a pretty face with a

What I say, pussy disease

And at the same time nigga, you see the creep nigga

You see the G nigga, but the G's just turn

To the M's nigga, then the M's just turn

To the B's nigga, big dog don't fuck with the fleas nigga

Right now man, you ain't fuckin' with me nigga

Uh, I said look, I'm boss

B-O double the S right now and I will double your stress

Fuck that motherfucker man, double the checks

Man, I go to war nigga, like a Vietnam vet

Freestyle nigga, top of the dome

And I can care less about the crime that I've thrown

Real ass nigga man, bad to my bones

Just leave me alone, just leave me alone

Yeah, nigga, do it on my own

Do it by myself, yeah I got the wealth

Now I'm just climbin' off the black shelf

And I don't need help, I don't need help

Man, I run this shit, boss man

Like I does this shit, what's that man

I run this shit, boss man

Man, I does this shit and I'm out

Yeah, mic check, one, two, one, two

Yeah, ain't nobody dope, but boy, I thought you knew

Yeah, I do a little dance, little voulez-vous

Who is you? I'm the truth when I get in the booth

I ain't with all that shit that be comin' out your lips

Yeah, you say you got a Rollie, that's a G-Shock on your wrist

What the fuck, rollin' in the cup, bitch, you know what's up

What the fuck, rollin' in the cup, yeah

Uh, I'm back on it, light-skinned motherfucker

Step up on the scene and they all try to duck us

I can tell that you are a bunch of suckers

You talk shit and then you hide under covers

But where I'm from, we don't play that shit

Two fists to your lips, boy, I bet you quit

I'm a bad mother, shut your mouth, run up in your house

Drag you out, only just to run you down

Rick James, man, fuck your couch

Keep it real when I'm ridin', they say they dope, but they lyin

No point in tryin' when you steppin' to me, I'm the coldest

Got the heart of a lion, boy, I'm a beast, any beat I'ma eat

You know I'm gon' feast, yeah, they gotta compete

Untamed, I'm off the leash, insane, they can't reach

Money, fame, they can't keep, feed them, they won't eat

And I got that bitch!