Loktavious – Intro lyrics

So my name is loki, I'm somebody you should know
Ya, have heard the rumors? Yo,have you heard the flow?
Have you seen the bobs and weaves, a walking shadow at the show
Sending shivers down your spine like a deep dark winter snow

I'd like to talk imaginary value, and profiteering off false crimes
About old white folks fighting to keep it like old times
About generation hip-hop, sentenced to harsh fines
Like shady predicted, a million of us, just trying to spit dope rhymes

We just trying to get drunk and get laid, that shits hilarious
Transcend corporate mind state while the sophistic stay nefarious
You're all common whores, I'm the next ripper and I'm the scariest
I diss you then drive off in my funky ford focus chariot

My intentions are to bury this
Rhyme into your skull
Send you into carelessness
With a single chakra pull
Rappers say they goin hundred
Looks like they goin null
Many said they was the sharpest
But when I try to feel em it is dull

Step back, reload, ragnarok commence
False-flag, breaking news, all rights suspend
No terrorists attacking, so they play pretend
Capitalistic diplomats making foes from friends

Meanwhile, the citizen is expected to conform quietly
A few billion souls trapped inside of rothschild's monopoly
Using black magic rebranded as politics and economy
Cameras two four seven, so I ask you why not be an oddity?

It goes
One for the bass
Two for the trouble
Three for the babes
And four for the hustle
This one is for the homies who died in the street
This is the siren song, everybody move to the beat,it goes
One for the bass
Two for the trouble
Three for the babes
And four for the hustle
This one is for the homies who died in the street
This is my intro, everybody move to the beat

Yea now beat the meat
Yea defy defeat
Rock yo shit bitch (ugh)
And blast the beat
Never narc a brother
Yo respect the streets
Some ain't hustlin for fun
We doing it to eat
Now question authority, im backed by minority
And in all truth, we be the majority
Sorry man, I just go into rants
I start talking bout noise, then the hours have passed
I like joints, blunts are just too much paper
Don't give me grief, or I call you darth hater
Little dog syndrome with your limp lightsaber
Me? Sex with your sister while you jerk it to your neighbor
Yea, because I'm twiztid just like this
Rippin every one of you out of your ignoratic bliss
Do you wanna be, like mommy and dad?
Or do you wanna remain stuck in the toybox land?

It goes
One for the bass
Two for the trouble
Three for the babes
And four for the hustle
This one is for the homies who died in the street
This is the siren song, everybody move to the beat,it goes
One for the bass
Two for the trouble
Three for the babes
And four for the hustle
This one is for the homies who died in the street
This is my intro, everybody move to the beat

Now sit down, shut up, and pay attention
Cause sickology 101 is now in session
Teaching you how to flow, like a pro, in your dimension
With verses that go and echo in your reflection
Now add verbs to adverbs to make sure you are heard
And research your topics like you was some nerd
Push back, stand strong, use the beat as a shield
Then cut them all to pieces with the blade that you wield
Cause in a war like this, the mic is so much more
Leavin every punk bitch with they jaw on the floor
Another underground sucka getting up in the fight
Y'all be dissin while I'm spittin and im like

No motherfucker, I am not tech nine
But I'm going out of my way to take whats mine
Slappin marshal mathers with some grown up rhyme
This is loktavous, scarring music for all time

It goes
One for the bass
Two for the trouble
Three for the babes
And four for the hustle
This one is for the homies who died in the street
This is the siren song, everybody move to the beat,it goes
One for the bass
Two for the trouble
Three for the babes
And four for the hustle
This one is for the homies who died in the street
This is my intro, everybody move to the beat