Step your game up, don’t test the flavor
Check the way the rap activate a-
Pack of slack-jaw cats acting foolish
“You’re gonna remember me for the rest of your life for this”
CHORUS
Step to this and yo, you’ll get cold busted
Step to this and yo, you’ll get cold busted
Step up, kid, you’ll get cold busted
When I grab the microphone and bust it x2
Busting lyrics on tunes I made
You tried to sing along
and now you’re blue in the face
What, you didn’t know I was a superhuman?
Baby, what the fuck is you doin’??
Yo, c’mon quick, get your shit right
bitch, zip your lip tight
I know you’re gonna trip when it’s in sight
Like, “No, he wasn’t ready!” The flow like a machete
Put holes up in his belly and windpipe
Ahh, well never mind ya
If you’re broke, I will assign ya’
Tough guys a size 9 to your vaginas
Rise up, ahh never that, stand down
I look ya in the eye and ask ya, “Who the man now?”
Damn, wow, Jarv is a freak
And he spouts more heat than a gallon of Knob Creek
Or Eagle Rare, if we so dare
We should take it to the basement
I’ll meet you there
PRE CHORUS
Step your game up, don’t test the flavor
Check the way the rap activate a-
Pack of slack-jaws acting bad-natured
J stay smashing the place up
Yo, step your game up, don’t test the flavor
Check the way the rap activate a-
Pack of slack-jaw cats acting foolish
Staying uncouth, y’all knew this, yo
CHORUS
Busting a pattern with immaculate short chops
That’ll have an MC chugging a gallon of Clorox
One thing that my style has in common with your mom
Is probably that it’s fatter than a warthog
You’re not ready to rock the style of a-
Top caliber cat cleaner than hand sanitizer
I’ma get ‘em all hooked when I sign a deal
And I ship rhymes like a rap Pfizer
I saw rappers dropping dead
Author’s orders the doctor said
Toxic waste, spewing sewage, y’all are sooo stupid
Leaving ‘em booting when I lace this
Instrumental with molten traces
Strumming a shoe string, fucking your face in
Leaving your bed frame with busted bracing
Y’all are basic, flood your basement
Talk to God, make love to Satan
Make some magic, madness made it
Call your momma, your daddy’s wasted
Karma caught ya, caught ya slippin’
Catch a bad one, talk some fiction
Pot to piss in? Fill the pot full
Make some cash flow, kill the gospel
It's been only a year since I heard Deca on a random chance on a shuffle recommendation. Within that year, Deca rose up the ranks of one of the best lyricists I've heard. The body of art within each project isn't something one can digest in one play through. I actually find it difficult to put a fav on a playlist without needing to revisit an album in its entirety. As a listener and fan of your music, thanks for all you create and share with us. damoclesnuka
Every single time I'm like, "He can't possibly get better than the last album." Every single time, I'm dead wrong. Super surprised to see that it was mastered right up Wadsworth from my old spot in Lakewood. 𝕍 𝕚 𝕣 𝕘 𝕠 ♕ 𝕍 𝕒 𝕟 𝕕 𝕒 𝕝
Man... So happy to have grabbed the sexy blue disc. The little sticker on the vinyl came off real clean and found it's way to being the first sticker I've touched my guitar with. Love you and everything youve given and done for anyone who's been graced with giving the journey a chance. assassinryu