Blvck Svm, Austin Marc - mercurymorris
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New set of Burberry specs from London was flown
The shadow extend to my orbital bones
The cloth I'm cut from is sewn
With thread imported from region unknown
The cotton sustainably grown
Essentially I'm in a league of my own
Couple of notches I'm kicking
I'm Emeril Lagasse in matters of pollo
I planted a handful of dreams in the soil
That not even inclement weather could spoil
My garden it turned to a forest
Scattered with numerous truffles to forage
Canopy thicken with every new chorus
Sprint through the turf in Miami like Mercury Morris
I ran up a check in Bal Harbour
Hamstring tight from the tempo
Cullinan UK-assembled
I drive it so careful you think it's a rental
The sausage infused with the fennel
It post in the pesto with fusilli tentacles
I take a look at the total
And make the gratuity halfway identical
I'm rocking Prada like Chelsea
I lace em up tight to hike to my pinnacle
Hitting so many of my goals I turned to Lukaku
My finishing clinical
Cook up a sizzling sermon
And get in that mode like a minister
Might need a couple more pews
Cuz I got bout 200,000 parishioners

Chain on chest like Vicks
Don't need the flash on the flicks
I don't feel pressure for shit
No point in wasting a blitz
You could search every dimension
I guarantee that you ain't finding these Ricks
Thought about switching my form
But way I been scoring it's nothing to fix
Chain on chest like Vicks
Don't need the flash on the flicks
I don't feel pressure for shit
No point in wasting a blitz
You could search every dimension
I guarantee that you ain't finding these Ricks
Thought about switching my form
But way I been scoring it's nothing to fix

Niggas been tracking my moves
Like I got a chip on my shoulder
I stay in the booth, got something to prove
My confidence pebble to boulder
My neck is employed as an icicle holder
My wrist was the hiring manager
I get the green from the grammar
You can't stop the profit, no Jeru the Damaja
Never no problems with studio stamina
Vulture on thermal, I coast like a king
I go in whichever direction it brings
I don't waste my energy flapping my wings
From skull to talon to beak
I cut through the clouds and get what I seek
I pull in a couple of racks every week
My closet done turned to a freshwater creek

Chain on chest like Vicks
Don't need the flash on the flicks
I don't feel pressure for shit
No point in wasting a blitz
You could search every dimension
I guarantee that you ain't finding these Ricks
Thought about switching my form
But way I been scoring it's nothing to fix
Chain on chest like Vicks
Don't need the flash on the flicks
I don't feel pressure for shit
No point in wasting a blitz
You could search every dimension
I guarantee that you ain't finding these Ricks
Thought about switching my form
But way I been scoring it's nothing to fix