Domo Genesis – Elimination Chamber(ft. Earl Sweatshirt x Vince Staples x Action Bronson)

Domo Genesis – Elimination Chamber(ft. Earl Sweatshirt x Vince Staples x Action Bronson)

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  1. Switch topics , priceless like fake earrings,the income comes big but don't make a big deal bout it, shits sloppy sloppy joe , come out with something meaningful , beats sound nice not even try gold silver platniuim not even

  2. [Verse 1: Domo Genesis]
    Yo, um, yo
    Oh-so-cocky, you can't stop me in this old Versace
    Nigga watch me in the streets like it's roller hockey
    Your bitch is floppy, givin' sloppy while she call me papi
    Takin' the doggies right to the face like she Kobiyashi
    You niggas' flow is washy, I'm gettin' mines dry cleaned
    Tight seam, it might seem, I'm sellin' bitches pipe dreams
    Hi fiends, I'm back with a bag of them packed white things
    My Nikes clean, I see these niggas hatin' through my ice blings
    I'm a bad motherfucker, I ain't use a rubber
    Super lover, so soon you say hello to your newest brother
    The truest colors what I bleed, but you ain't seen enough of
    Nigga leakin', you gon' have to go see the deacon you stupid sucka
    Young Dom, say you old niggas should wrap it up
    You wack, focus back on the craft, you hardly rap enough
    The fattest blunt and death to that pop-hop, I ain't ask for much
    And stop askin' for the collabs cause all you bastards suck

    [Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
    This that thirty deep, it's Saugus shit, fire starter, squadron
    Dodgin' coppers since, ask her why she droppin' cuz
    It's probably cause he prodigious
    Pay the rent easy, leave the bank cheesy
    And bass leave your face greasy, artisan, paint easy
    Thick bristle type nigga on a bitch steez
    Stanzas diesel like Vic Tanny on a fritz,
    Whoops, system overload, itchin' for a foe to poach
    Spittin' like the engine on a motherfuckin' motorboat
    Gold glisten under overcoat, missin' all
    Affection for these niggas, redirectin' all these niggas
    Very literal, type to sip the Mickeys out of cereal
    Drunk and drivin', twisty, how he inked up in the swimming pool?
    Hundred stand against me, I'm a menace void a villain, sue me
    Drivin' into fences cause I hit the whip a little woozy
    Bitch I'm busy cruisin', 'scuse me

    [Verse 3: Vince Staples]
    Can't even walk up in the church without these niggas tryna testify
    I live to die, better that than to live a lie
    I rap better than most these rap veterans
    Hard-headed and hopeless, hope that God let us in
    Momma didn't wanna give birth to a nigga
    Should've murdered a nigga, I'm a cancer to the youth
    Automatics out the roof, 380 with the weave in it
    On site, scary as prom nights with Carrie
    Or car rides with Berry, that's Halle not Brent
    Shootin' like Brent and his brother, doin' what daddy had did
    Niggas want Grammys and shit, that's funny to me
    Cause since the first take it's been about money to me
    I'm just tryin' to get what Diddy got, doing what got Biggie shot
    They told me that I wasn't shit, but left me in a litter box
    Give it up and get a job

    [Verse 4: Action Bronson]
    Uh, get a job bitch
    I'm like the boss from the end of the Nintendo game
    My brain is on another level, I can feel the Devil's pain
    Only address me by my reverend name: the good doctor
    The good author, good brain in a good Porsche
    Dancin' drunk in dress pants like I'm a hunk
    Backflip in a jacuzzi, forty floors inside the Trump
    Front-flip into this high yellow Chinese bitch's rump
    Then she make me chicken broccoli for lunch
    I roll a joint like a Motumbo arm, I'm high cousin
    Every time I roll the dice it's five hundred
    When I order wine, it's nine hundred,French chefs kneel before me
    End of story take a shorty to the sortee
    That's the bathroom, you already know what happens there
    I pull my swimming trunks down, she suck me through the boxer
    While I'm wearin' flip-flops, shit's real, grip the wheel, lift steel

    [Outro: Action Bronson]
    That's it
    Woo, fuck yeah, hello
    Fan fare, bravo, encore
    Thats' a wrap

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