McClain & Young Korgy - 13-37 Chakras

★ Verse - McClain ★
1337M0B, the elite squad, with the J’s on my feet, look at me, ma!
Mama mia, in the pizzeria, needin’ dough, so I sell a couple G’s, dawg
5–0, stay away, on the down low, is where I lay
And if I get caught with an ounce of the chron on me, I might never see the light of the day
OG is me, so they point and say "who is he?"
I'm MC, I'm an emcee, but I don't need any more felonies
I'm the dictator of the dictionary, this verse is just preliminary
I bite back hard in the back of your car, if you bumpin' me, bump cautionary
I shock shit, so I shock you, you a piece of shit, you not hot, dude
You know how we do, 13-37, spit on the mic with major aggression
Fillin' you up with some major impressions, standin' still with a facial expression
Astounded, amazed, silent suppression, this is the sound of elite progression
And it don't stop there, smoke on the cess 'til ya grow chest on ya hair
I mean "hair on your chest,” I'm fucked up right now, but 1337M0B is the best
Another white rapper comin' out the Midwest
Reppin’ 513, I suggest you digest the fact that I'm blessed with the skill to impress
Ya girl

★ Verse - Young Korgy ★
1337M0B, we powerful and powered up, and we fuckered up, no powder stuff
The door's wide open, you want out or what? You better run now, 'fore your hour's come
Reservoirs are overflowin’, chakras glowin', energy potent
Our levels risen like we trained with Roshi
You know we OG despite the haters, we keep spittin' 'til we twice as major
Rhymes so sharp, they could slice a razor, fire lasers from eyes-a-gazin'
I'm amazin', there's no debatin', hella flavor like sprayin' Faygo
Intelligence in our raps like Sagan, all naysayers just masturbatin'
Past the point of our masters ancient, ancestors watch in amazement
Verbal warfare, we wage it daily, to fight the whackness, we rage it crazy
Keep these lyrics original, no heat, just cold, we frigid now, viral outbreak, digital
Ask the question, we did it, "how?" Wanna know the answer? "42”
All things in perspective, what it do? You follow, dude? We hallowed few
Enlightened, hit ignorance with a Hitch-slap
Teach you a thing or two, fuck your bitch-rap
Ditch that, come to the side of the dopeness, we keep it pure, we hone the pwnage
Nerd-rap takin' over, this the omen, remember, homie, that door is open