Bismillah - Ramson Badbonez

VERSE 1 — Justo the MC

Attackin' your area no satiricals

We are no way never the same, we asymmetrical

There’s trash in your catalogue dawg, need receptacles

I’m not receptive, Thinking back I’m introspective

Got a new perspective, be perceptive receive the message

Ain’t too much I haven’t seen man, I’m on a higher domain

You know the name, Mr Formally Known

You the man, yeah, Brooklyn’s own

Fill it to the bone

Still prone to rip that rugged cos I’m rough round the edge

Slick talkers talk that talk, til they’re thrown off the ledge

Keep a shorty by the throne, keep a crown on my head

They don’t want me living long, rather see the king dead

Come with the territory, sweatin' glory, so on and so

You’re now rockin' with the, uh, I think you already know

Verse 2 — Johaz

The Lexapro got me sittin' calm

Each verse that I create is like a missile bomb

Hit the planet Earth yellin' Bismillah

Holdin' secrets in my palm like a missing psalm

Yeah, it’s nothin' but the God in me

Stay pissin' on these bitches like a scar kidney

Buss shots at you cats

Intoxicate your mind it won’t involve Henny

Yeah, solid liquids and gasses

Every verse I write is equality for the masses

Roll a Backwood and then burn it down to the ashes

You 85 niggas is still callin' me Cassius

Yeah, address me as your overlord

Don’t wanna hear you whine you got me overboard

Effectin' people’s mind like an open sore

Toss a rapper’s dead body on an ocean shore

Verse 3 — Sleep Sinatra

Home is where the heart is

Forties poured for the departed

The price on my soul ain’t never bargained

Peace to all the riots startin'

Change ain’t never calm we gotta keep it movin' through the blockage

Earth told me know my worth

Each verse need a deposit

Where I’m livin' we’re land locked it’s

The options expand to reach or get lost in

The sea of monotony been plottin' on my callin'

That’s why I’m all in

The steps gettin' steeper, I gotta keep from fallin'

Read the cards they told me that trouble’s sprawlin'

The poor been righteous meanwhile the devil’s ballin'

Disruption’s what I call it

Short circuit the system

Sleep been a problem they ain’t solvin'

It’s real magic watch it get whipped in the cauldron