Listen to the Color

FACECZAR, CZARFACE

This that third world shit (anyone I never stop)

Far from the norm

Always where the action is

Monumental (CZARFACE)

Yo

G by nature, cop a new V

To please a hater

While he stuck off the butter softs,

The cream gators

I played ball, I ain't y'all,

Bottles and place calls

Overtime grind,

Double shift on the graveyard

Napalm, slinging on the

Tracks 'til the weights gone

Flow so dirty and unique, call it Ason

Don status, my fabric

Is that of silk and linen

I rep Queens, never seen

With them filthy women

I rock shoes you never feel, but still

I'm a problem, been on bed-rest,

Deck is ill

Bottom line watchin' mine like,

"How do we shine?"

With the pedal to the floor,

Never saw what's behind

Certified live, sittin' in park,

You feel my drive

My nine to five customer service worldwide

Better get in line, salute

True major with the grind

I'm in the kitchen with the cakes and pies

'Cause I took the evening gear competition

Would've rocked the dope fish in the pan...

Yeah, yeah, ayy, yo

Excelsior like a painting Stan Lee blessed

Soundcloud rappers all

Can take your last deep breath

Rappers got no arms like a

Motherfuckin' ski mask

I'm a lion that'll eat flesh

You a clown on the mic,

Ryan Seacrest

Guess the pain gets inflicted

Chris Herren type of errand,

Son, I'm addicted

Xenomorphs witness my alien flow from space and

Thought they had a case for cultural appropriation

The game, I put my foot in there

Used to be excited 'bout my record

Bein' in Newberry, now I got my book in there

I like you as a person, but as an MC, you

Could turn to dust when

I snap like half the MCU

I aim at rappers with a Shogun missile

While they recycle material like a low reissue

Listen, I see you on that R-L-P-C, knob screen

You're you, I'm me, you're trash, I'm king

You're a comedian, my pen is like Alan Ball

Swamp Thing, have you snoozin' with the apple core

So if you do need help

Check it, I been doin' it since

Leather palmers and deuce flicks

I'm two years ahead of

What y'all callin' the new shit

Combine a phrase, design a game, shit

I been schoolin' kids for free before LeBron James

Gettin' money on this side,

The bitches, the rides

It's live, nine to five,

They die to get inside

Salty quads, party hard,

Silence your sorry bars

All eyes on me like Pac

Rockin' sparkly garb

They shit is hardly hard,

He just a marky mark

But I'm the killer of giants

Like I'm Ozzy Oz

Born supreme, fiends

Look on with high beams

Livestream, wide screen,

Flyest your eyes seen

Jordan Craig, no Versace,

Blood on the Huaraches

This was just a hobby from the lobby

This wasn't supposed to be a body

This was just routine, the fish scale

On the triple beam, scene

Scene

Mic check, one, two

I know I'm stressin' you (You),

Like how the Brits say, "jaguar"

I'm glad you realizin'

Just how big a jag you are

The flow spectacular, Roberto Aguilar

If that's a ball player, if it ain't,

My bad, bruh, uh, uh

(My big brother),

Just back it up a bar

(Back it up)

They got fan theories,

Planned series for the CZAR

Yeah, every message that I send you

Guaranteed to go against

The grain like a GF menu

But I go for bread, flows over head

Ticonderoga, that's the only time you holdin' lead

Your shit's a movie?

Where the fuck is that playin'

Invest and lose your shirt like an MMA weigh-in

(Pterodactyl), I avoid political 'spension

Truthfully the only Breitbart I know is Simpson

Super like crimson bowl, my Philly dragon prince

Erasin' head quicker than David Lynch

Don't get wrapped up in

The madness of it (Don't)

Is that a gang sign you throwin'

Or a shadow puppet? (Don't, don't)

Close your eyes

Listen for the color of the sky

Master, how do I?