Lazarus Pit - Chase Moore, X, Zoodeville

«'Pulse is bad, he can’t fake that'

'We must take him to the Lazarus Pit'»

I’m tryna stack the plate with the mozzarella (cheese)

We moving like the modern-day Rockefeller’s (cheese)

But you’ll never see this empire fall

Before it happens I’ll get a match and set fire to it all

I’m too addicted but I fight through withdrawals

See the brighter side of life and start to like all my flaws

Get retired with a shot, I’m the new Blade Runner (bah)

Got supplies in the stock like a doomsday bunker (2012)

If the squad pulling up we doing Wu-Tang numbers (Cappadonna)

Traumatized when I was young, I got that Bruce Wayne hunger

It’s like I’ll never have enough, and everything was adding up to this

At my death I’m resurrected from the Lazarus Pit (Ra's al Ghul)

Come back with a vengeance till my master submits (Kill Bill)

And see a student pass the teacher in a battle of wits

But no this ain’t a '80s movie, with a training montage

And I don’t wanna say it loosely but I’m way beyond God

Praying for my downfall, while I’m preying on y’all

Apex, it ain’t safe till I make the call

Got me feeling like I’m Jay they playing basic ball

But I’ma take it past eight I’m like 80 feet tall, awh

KWG, yeah, ay you know what it is

Ooh, welcome to my Lazarus Pit

Sin City, I been through every crack on the strip

Thinking I should ask Eve to sign the apple she bit

That got these hoes on the blade like, tactical grip

This shit crazy, but I’ve seen worse, in my latter years

Thoroughbred nigga, you could feel it in the atmosphere

Used to get ignored, the one they marginalized

Now I’m talking money with Chase like, the card was declined

It’s Space Ghost, street legend, Karlton Hines

I’m the king, you Justin Timberlake, borrowing time

Look, I know you hear them footsteps, the walls closing in

Got you shaking like, you having withdrawals, don’t pretend

I could see it, it’s all in ya' face, awful mistake

The Loch Ness, lost in the lake, talking to snakes

Was taught you keep ya' enemies as close as ya' strap

They hiding from me but I know where they at, motherfucker

Hold that up, who need to be clean fuck

Fuck you up for talking tough, what you mean bruh?

Ay, just a lunatic with a crucifix

Stupid lit, world in my hands what should I do wit' it?

Yeah, this that motherfucking fuck what you saying in ya' raps pull up to ya'

crib and kill ya' cat shit

Fuck riding a beat, acapella what you got on me?

Raps full of sipping Heen but, what does it really mean?

A bunch of cats standing for nothing because they fronting

Want the glamour lifestyle before they carry any substance

I been bumping, since '09, don’t know why, I’m so fly

But these Chase Moore beats make me sound so fly

Ay, bitch I’m next level you rappers still watching boats dry

Maybe if I hop on your track, you’ll get your hopes high

This cold outlook just transcended from my old life

So it ain’t personal if I something 'bout your raps don’t flow right

You fucking clowns need to find your circus

In the meanwhile I retire to rewire circuits

I see smiles from freestyles I spit 'cause I stay working

You’re in denial 'cause I be wild might leave town for certain

I peek out the curtain, eat out a virgin

I freak out I’m burning, priests out the churches

You can’t hear a word, if I leave out the cursing

My trees loud, I’m looking for a greenhouse to purchase

I’m back now, too much pride I can’t back down

Whole squad strapped now, avoiding lines doing pat-downs

Putting weed in a trash bag, till it’s packed down

I black out, on the beat, as soon as it’s tracked out

I outshine clowns in my downtime

Hopefully we see you out without shine, if not

It’s chow time, the plot, is outlined, get cops, and one-time

My shit block the sunlight my spit got them tongue-tied

All my friends and fam have been locked and done time

Tryna be positive like a bloodline

At the end of my rope with my knots, untied

I’m the top, alumni, all I need is one mic

«'We've killed him'

'No, all is well'»