N .E .X. N .E .X. Calabar
I'm a Calibar, NEX, Calibar, Calibar,
Calibar, Calibar, Calibar, Calibar, Calibar
My appetite for the smite
like an addict news tragic
For the free man we dreams a promise land,
they pressin' my buttons never panic
Quick to swing, I'm batting,
way out of the arena, my static got
faggots can't approach me with a story
playin' after and be fore me
You saw me that skinny hot nigga,
characters nobody they consider
Talking fantasy and that's
playing after and before me
While re loading on these cats
I'm ripping shows all night
Got them saving though on this spot
definitely scorch lines and tags
Shitty crew disgusting me
like fat bitches on their bed
To shine on y 'all like searchlight
My birthright equipped with
Grab my that hammer, yeah it's Rook
On the low, low flow, be next caliber
Give me your body, body up
I doesn't feel, next caliber tip
I see nothing on the mic when I spit
We create shit to make the crowd flip
Noise from the underground
I doesn't feel, next caliber tip
I see nothing on the mic when I spit
We create shit to make the crowd flip
Noise from the underground
I got the law harassing me daily
Stepping back into my world
Releasing pure adrenaline
Full contact, I'm settling
Like nomads, words hittin' hard
like jabs on punch bags, prototype hat
All the more reason we gotta succeed,
plotting to exterminate my cabinet
Riding shotgun on chariots,
steady aiming at your candidates
Need to take a taste of my quotes
Southeast is perfectly composed,
I'm tighter than my lungs
Still sounding astounding,
running the crowd to upper
and with a grudge raise em up,
rookie register live in your cup
I see nothing on the mic when I spit,
we create shit to make the crowd flip,
rip the walls down with the sound mate,
noise from the underground,
body body up how does it feel,
I see nothing on the mic when I spit,
we create shit to make the crowd flip,
rip the walls down with the sound mate,
noise from the underground
I'm living in the same system
from a distance over the land,
I'm punished as original man,
tryna be the case, heap to face
I had to pack me the ace,
observing your paper chase
some loyal lovers feeling hate
Selling my fate, a time bomb,
From housing estates to record stores
where evils want my body to be
my mercenary mental can't break
Cause profits be dependent
on the risks you wanna take
keeping my brain on the vision
It's next caliber tight flows,
Hit in your body, body your partners
an d feel next caliber tip
I see nothing on the mic when I spit
We create shit to make the crowd flip
Rip the walls down but the sound make
Noise from the underground body body
How does it feel next caliber tip
I see nothing on the mic when I spit
We create shit to make the crowd flip
Rip the walls down but the sound make
Noise from the underground