Encore

Lyrics: Verse 1 - Mojo Flows We season beats like teriyaki Spitting soul food, light the gangi Philosophy like origami Grind like all 9 films of Rocky Skills like hockey, hot like sake You ride like buggy we ride like Jockey Final lap, and you can’t catch up I’m the golden snitch, you better latch up Silver surfing I glide right by As cool n fly as pie in the sky I rolled the die and got snake eyes Kissed the cobra put that on for size Mirror, mirror on the wall Who’s got the balls to shock em all Electrify, then defy, logical enterprise Came in from the East now we in the Chi Lupe & Ye said touch the sky Just FYI, this a DUI Driving Unicorns In Disguise Damage Under Investigation Dracares I spit flames like satan While you’re waiting can you fill my cup Need extra ice cus I’m burning up I’ll take it fresh my seven-up Turns 6 to tens without getting drunk All it takes, just a potion Let it soak in, like a lotion Mallows roasting, growing hoping Got the graham and now I’m posting Up the chocolate to make s’more Delicious content, encore Verse 2 - Sa DMS Split up the crowd from the rip I’ll take a dive get paid then I dip (slide) I feel like border control so much ICE I slip when I brawl (ice) Dodge tax staying in range, give them a hand out and leave em with change My dogs yeah they got rage your dogs they must be riddled with mange Got the cadence down yeah i am a big drilla Rolling on this beat like the monster of Manilla Do you smoke weed yo brother be for real Smoked her in the sheets I got paper I got zeros Till infinity I’ma keep on spitting, filling up a pool on cue jump with me Got the 8 in a twist doing 90 degree Graduate from divinity done it swiftly Chest burning up and I smoked 100 packs Made em look left I made em look right Made em turn the light on and they still ain’t bright Lights are on no one’s home, leave em packed Stacked I got 3 K Calling André UFO ATL hey ya homie Where you at where you been Like Ms. Jackson are you for real? Yeah keep talking shit to me brother, drop you like some pebbles brother I’m reincarnated brother, Jesus Christ who made him brother That boy so fly sneak the flick of the wrist He on some Jordan shit yeah he legit Took him to the colosseum took him to the pit Bro built like a bull hit the em with a crit Verse 3 - Longarm We don’t got a similar bag The beamer got temporary tags, it ain’t gonna last Poppin’ a pill like I’m Pac-Man still runnin’ from ghosts from my past Don’t rap about rap I rap bout shit that I did in a mask Confessing my sins like it’s mass King Solomon cuttin’ the baby in half Can’t back and forth with hoes about that Nah put my girl in a mech suit really Friends from way back say they feel me I heard your hoe was catching feelings Tell your girl do not be silly I can’t take nobody with me Y’all ain’t headed where I’m headed You can’t walk the path I’m going I got more bread then a deli I got more ice than it’s snowing I got issues I’m not showing Every single beat I go in Rappers movin’ in slow motion I can’t show them no emotions Half past noon then I’m re-dosing These boys flows are comatosin’ Scarface hold up I’m reloading Written and performed by Mojo Flows, Sa DMS, Longarm, Odd Mystic Beat produced by Odd Mystic Arrangement by Longarm Odd Mystic @oddmysticbeats www.youtube.com/@MikeTro Mojo Flows @mojo-flows www.youtube.com/@mojo_flows Sa DMS @sadms https://www.youtube.com/@SaDMSOfficial Longarm @wolfmanlongarm www.youtube.com/@MrtheReactor