Enter Your Name - Mag.Lo, Merty Shango

Momma can you hear me?

Hellbent on the upper echelon

Since I spawned

And claimed my sentience

Since my woebegone

Mannerism

Sumed to spite, I bite my listful tongue

Settling wise, I stride belligerent

Through your internet

In which I invent

An alternate scent for your neck and wrists

Fuck yo gala bitch

Fuck yo party

Fuck yo customs

Fuck yo artsy

Chopped n' screwed

I’m buddah and dikembe

Yeah we cool but to you dudes I’m sensei

Don’t get it misconstrued, no comprehende

Yes I emit the fumes to make your hen say

She wanna *chicken sound* with me, calling me entei

I am fire dog

Known to write my entire songs in my underroos

Ducktape, that’s coming soon

Dendin' beats to my niggy Sub

Like quaddy goon’s folks prolly do

Await the day I must fain aloof

On some new year party Manhattan roof

With some so and so’s who know who is who

You gon know me soon but dude who are you?

Hook (Mag.Lo):

Oh I’m just tearin up the scene, is all?

Oh I just make a little beat, is all?

Oh I just gained a little steam, is all?

I’m riding with my little team, is all?

Verse 2 (Mag.Lo):

Only time I work my wrist is playing guitar solos

And that’s more so my finger tips

So there, the more you know

I’m a classic man

I like my hipster chicks in boho

Don’t care if they Asian, Icelandic or midnight coco

Shoulda bought the Music Man

I wish I were more vocal

Still I got this Fender Jazz

To play when I get ho-ome

Kagrra booming out my car

Make Florida sound like Tokyo

Dweedy Weeby flow

Easily invisible

3db past feasible

Okii tuna cho mag.

lo

No dabloon having ass hoes

Culture vultures preach and crow

Telling me how I should go

Niggas doubting my approach

I was born on the cusp

And you sworn to digital

Yeah that’s ageist

I be listening to what Sube is sayin

Time is chasin

Hyper Bolic time chamberin

You don’t wanna see that nigga super saiyan

He will leave a nigga in the Appalachian’s

From a simple bar in his mackanation

You know who we are Technicolor 8-bit

Erry day I thank the lord for my sisters basement

Thanks Uncle Bruce for the box of mixtapes

Bumpin Hot 97 compilations

Learning how to turn complication to inspiration

When niggas wanna play abrasive

Cold case any rapper after a verse

M.A.G.

got L.H.C.

flow

You gon fuck around get your atoms dispersed

Tuna Lord now new King of the Earth

Hook (Mag.Lo):

Oh I’m just tearin up the scene, is all?

Oh I just make a little beat, is all?

Oh I just gained a little steam, is all?

I’m riding with my little team, is all?

Verse 3 (Merty Shango):

Okay 305

Yes your mouth is moving

But I ain’t hearing what you saying boo

The devils underground

But the light will keep raining thru

I could kill Beerus

Fuck whoever training you

And what if Super Saiyan gods

Had gods that’s Super Saiyan too?

I’m so prolific

I’m Jin and Mugen with physics

The sickest fuck your logistics

To doubt me is sacrilegious

I’m actually mad hatted

You sad

I’m smashing your bitches

The past is the past

Pass me that potent

People permissive

Scientific

Bitches I piss in abysses

Then found my dick in your misses

Who missed it

Like fists ain’t hitting you you get em?

Diabolic fire spawn

Entei dawg

Meet raiku-son

I’m so outta this world

There bubble boxes in my dialogues

I swear you fucking with a genius

Yeah you goin' see me

Come to me for allegiance

Tinted doors

Seems seamless?

Till you tripping on drugs

And your wine is the linguist

I done felt all sorts of pain

To get my present point of truth

And how you get your point across

If arrows ain’t appointing you

I’m rapping in riddles

The laughter tickles

I drink from goblets

I’m presidential

My pentagon in your girl oval office

Life is such a paradise

I’m lucky from this pair of dice

A pear alike

2 gonads if she pairs them right!

Ok I gotta go

Pass’d 16 bars I think

But I gotta flow

Shout out to mag

Lets put the money in the bag

Taking music over

Throwing rappers in the trash

Shangonator in the stash

Smoking flavors with the hash