metropolis

[Verse 1: Issa Gold]
Death to the radio nigga, this is where that saga ends
About the line of David like comics[?] of king Solomon
Spitting that cookoo-khakha and nigga, we aint coppin it
Words it like currency, all my fans here with it profited[?]
Spit it its prosperous, UA no stoppin this
Get in my way, my third eye aimed like Im cocking it
Stay in your lane, the words I say move them continents
Issa the [???] hot flame-molten lava shit
All these fucking rappers acting actors, dont know how to act
Pull they cards, they cards were blank, Im acing all these royal tracks
Putting kings up on the map, Im matching Queens with all my Jacks
Laughing[?] from a peasant to an empire aristocrat
[Hook: Issa Gold]
Build the Metropolis, call it Indigo providence
Build the Metropolis, call it Indigo providence
[Verse 2: AK]
Consciousness creation
A nigga had to come to a realization
Use to go to church til I found my place
Been up in this world and it can create to unfurl
Its human nature to pursue this paper
Gain all the knowledge but just hoping to make us
So I leave the impoverished cause they struggle the hardest
And I came from the same place, stuck in the darkness
Dont fight the voices within
We all know right from wrong we aint kids
Im rooting for the light and fighting til the end
And my insight heighten minds like 8 strands,[?] uh
Like to tell you you aint nothing of value
Try to compel you from the wisdom inside you
Hit the rebel[?] and if you ever decide to
Wee wee mothafucka let me guide you, uh
Kill me with the flow, whats the Young Indigo
We rush around the globe, love potion in your [?]
Blow dro til overdose still focus on my goals
Promote and go to shows Im chosen I suppose
Spit[?] straight facts to [?] home
When Im [?] way back to this home of mine throne
Need ahold of me, couple eternitys pass
When your memory back then I take what I own
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Issa Gold]
Sent to twist[?] im making moves
Chasing the cool breaking the rules
Animals cant bang with you
Im floatin like an angel, fool
Sour tokes you lost that hope
Ill make a fucking man of you
Your remote, control your zone
Thats why you aint a fan of you
Took it, Loca, leave the show
Lieutenant to Indigo
Dont fuck with no hoes
She on the low, you need to let it go
Tokeing all my smoke Im blowing O
She choking-choking though
Gold up on my soul like my cologne
You know thats medical
Praise to the [???] bow down like the Peasant folks
The holy [???] lead the truth like we in a moat[?]
Floatin Im on your coast bout to go kill another show
Blowing that killer dro when the [???] centerfold
[Hook]
[Verse 4: AK]
Back on my shit again
Sour spliff probably sippin Hen
Cant win just sittin there, homie
Get up and grow a pair, uh
Came up from the gutter like Im next to[?]
But still know that my soul worth more than gold
I smoke Os til my limit then Im comatose
But dont test your [???] nigga play your role, uh
Living in a dream but this shit is what it seem
My team rank supreme, we steam packs of green
Juice got the dro with wax who got the lean
Stoned like Jerome [???] ligue
Killing this shit nigga follow my lead
Dream free mothafuckin nigga looked what I reached
Not peaked but I hover over nigga like [???]
Like feed all my brothers, Im a legend my G
[Hook]