Detroit's very own Semi Six and AntBell! team up once again, taking over the city of Detroit and delivering a full clip of bars under the “Silver Moon” in this new freestyle track.
lyrics
I break hearts of gold under sliver moons
The taste of victory is sweet from a silver spoon
The spoils of war
Your kingdom go from royal to poor
I make my haters blood boil some more
A chef over the stove
A crest over the clothes
I dress doper fasho
Leave dead soldiers with holes
In battle fields
Swing the Excalibur and crack ya shield
I do this 4 Da Fam Jay, Mack, Amil
Mass appeal
Have ya body pushing up daffodils
tracks and skill
Is a seared steak that you bite off
My hands cold enough to throw a Sub Zero ice ball
I’m what you call a Don
Or Malcolm X surviving the shooting at the Audubon
Real son of David so I’m Solomon
Thinking all the words you never thought to rhyme
Ayo, match to the fuse
Air Jordan Black Cement twos
Jackets and jewels
I’m in the ring practicing moves
You can’t learn this from no classes in schools
I throw a jab and you lose
You hit the canvas and snooze
All my enemies buried in the catacomb
Look
Every king has a throne
Top of Detroit, no Nore, Trag, Capone
I give a Cold shoulder not a warm embrace
Pouring Ace
Ralph Lauren glasses and RalphLauren case
Uh
Rhymin to the flute and snare
Inside foreign dirt, both my boots in there
Deep up in the game I had to shoot a flare
Sharp like Andis going through his hair
Jalen Rose lining with the taper fade
Gators laced
On a paper chase
Outkast Elevators play
I'm a Shepard to a herd of goats
The words is dope
Larry Bird the stroke
And set the record straight like Herc and Coke
The Spades is here
All my raps go through ya basic ear
The nigga that you hate to cheer
Die riding my wave, I’m Lake Lanier
Hennessy frame tint
The industry ain’t shit
You blinded by the enemy blade glint
And still got ya sword sheathed
Break ya defense with the war hammer wielded by the war chief
Ralph Lauren sport fleece
with the jays
Every page in my rhyme book worth a brick of yay
College ruled
Make Def Jams like a Hollis dude
Sucka emcees I demolish you
Shine like the Fortress of Solitude
On a sunny day
No cloud in sight
Rappers hear me rap and try to sound alike
On my body of work they chow and bite
So against they jaw I throw a pound of might
Make em bow in fright then I leave with the crown and mic
Every rap crack you got both lips around the pipe
Pookie, Gator , Coogi’s, pagers
Envied by the goofy haters, Truly major
My mind a nine my pen just like a uzi, laser
Uh
Forget food for thought
I’ll just chew your brain for food
take over like the black Moors did in Spain and rule
Superman cape was red Batman cape was blue
I’m more than capable to do what supervillains made to do
Blowing up buildings, holding hostages to make the news
credits
released November 24, 2023
Produced by AntBell!
Recorded mixed and mastered by DX The Flex in Battle Creek, MI
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