Czarwyn's Theory of People Getting Loose

Usual suspects again (usual suspects at it again)
Mr. Black (Mr. Black), Mr. Brown (Mr. Brown)
Mr. Irish (Mr. Irish), Mr. Greek (Mr. Greek)
We been at it for hours (hours)
We searched this whole industry (whole industry)
And we couldn't find no dope (found no dope)
I mean, there's no fuckin' dope (no fuckin' dope)

They love me 'cause I talk my shit
They love me more 'cause I walk my shit
War with the gift, score quick, Jordan in six
Sure to flip, beat the beat, stick a fork in this shit (fork in this shit)
Don't trip, forfeit, it's the Brother's Grimm
Yo, how they kill a body and still party like it wasn't them?
Fire supplier, droppin' game like I'm Urban Meyer
The sire leave your eyes wider than Suburban tires
Rebel the great, whatever it takes
No pressin' the greats, you hate? You could never debate
I'm settin' ya straight, wait, no scale could measure the weight
The bottom line is your head on a plate, mate (CZARFACE)
I pull strings like I'm playin' the harp
I really live it, you just playin' the part, make way for the shark
I'm colder, strictly business is the soldier
Steady knockin' like a witness of Jehovah (come with me)

Metal mask, get harassed, say it's true, forget the past
Bring your liquor, get the flask, tap your cigarette to ash
Feel it quicker, get to blast, this is sicker than this trash
Guard my ninjas in the cash, you begin to bet the stash
Chicken dinners, up to task, toes pressin' on your throat
Wonderin', "Is this the end?" Good question, you know
On a better note, better than racketeerin', sellin' dope
Not obvious, present the risk like Brendan Allen, get the soap (ah)

That kinda separates me from everybody else
You know, my mask, so, I love it
Look at this freakin' loaf of bread that my buddy Piero baked today
Holy shit (there, hold that)

I can see clear in the dark, beauty, Imperial March
All my material sharp, that's how I tear 'em apart
I'm magic like Houdini, my gambit low, but no Luccini
Hoodied up like Jawa, Utinni, wrestle like Lumini
People likin' me to question, no one can truly see me
When it comes to rap, I'm as brutal as Mussolini
My patience wearing thin, I'm Ratjakowski at arenas
Sorta, Joaquin Phoenix, remix of the Joker
Listen, it's bulimic, a demon, proselytize how I part the seas
If they speakin' like they Mola Ram, without heart to squeeze
Yeah they sleepin' 'cause they heart disease
Your arteries are filled with bars, the beats and every mark and P
They swear they all unique, I'm David Harbour meets a Marley beat
The way I get bands and give 'em hell, boy (boy)
Leave you in the dirt like Barry Larkin cleats, spaced out
Like a Martian speaks, ironic
How you sound like a salesman when you rockin'?
When in fact, it's me that has zero interest in what you droppin' (rap)
Or concocted, unlock it, so stick a sock in it, I'm dominant
Like Tyson Fury boxin', I'm prominent
Yo, I heard your crew was poppin' shit, but now, not so often
I caught 'em and I made 'em cry
Like ads for dog adoption from Sarah McLaughlin
The pharaoh was talkin', people want 'em
The beats beat the freaks, so Bleeker Street don't need to scorn 'em
I kill the track, it's still intact, so why you playin' possum?
I download packs and red lines, I thought you knew I'm awesome (rap)

Awesome, awesome
I have no idea what he said
But I'm pretty sure it's awesome
We rock (super)
What?
We rock, we rock well
What?

(Oh) And if you idiots out there don't know what that is
I'm not gonna tell ya