Fish Meat - Durag Dynasty, Planet Asia, Tristate

The black plastic, I never leave home without it

American express my thoughts and anger

Only disgusting beats, I up chuck somethin' real real sick

When it come to rap, this our shit

Just listen to this sound, this shit is hypnotic

Outside of this hip-hop, you not no monster

I got a rusty gem star, that’ll open up yo face

Like fish meat you real real soft

I walk off, pullin a joint real real calm

I should put a shot in your ass (chill, chill, nah)

Fuck around, hit a artery, I’ll kill Pa

He liked how I’m scarred, I’m poking no laws

Chinchilla blanket, pretty little scarlet

Pullin on a cone, take a little breather

We fuckin like animals and livin the life you only dream of

Here’s a monster

Herbal Essence my call, that’s word to my sponsor

Lay on the floor, here’s the glitch, we the generals

Fresh to death, flatline a rat in a blink

Kemetic link, catholic bring a bag of those Benjis

Crime family rap, denjy and dirty

My killas strain hard like athletes

I used to bag birdies, bare hands — powder my pores

Absorbing the high and the reason my mind is dirty

Remember Juan, Don, Julio

Move, the motor’s runnin

Cheese slices, studio full, this stuff phenomenal

Bombing you with Hannibal spits, my nautical shift

Suitin off audible clips, it’s the dynasty

Fire one round clique, mashin on yo minor league

Cheeseburger and fries, supersize me

Tasmanian manie, millionaire flex with the hatin and paintin

You really some fuckin crazy

Passport poetry, fiery diary

Words of wizardry

Polygamy guarding variety

Max the ministry, mock the mackin

Cure of swackin

You can blame it on the Nautica fashion

Go against this animalistic, twisted

From studying doctor York, to fuckin a mistress

Keep yo distance, door stoch your 3rd eye surgically

Jump shot from bird’s eye 33

Masonic degree, green in the frontal leaf

Put green in my bank account constantly

Make magic, disappeared and reappeared graphic

And fuck up the beat — something tragic

See the blue still rising in the air

You on dusty roads wrestling with raps

Rick Flare the champ, the chain

Throw a rag on your waves

Cut chemist, basically I’m nice with a blade