Blvck Svm - Supercomputer Lyrics

Checking in my closet for monsters
The shit they rocking make me think they got a Margiela sponsor
My demons shopping at Nieman, we got an agreement
Gimme some peace and I'll get em pieces
To show their niggas they're steezing
Been in it for hella seasons, I'm seasoned
I got the ATM seizing from all the racks I been seizing
Put the C's in a duffel I got em straight off my hustle
The Seven Seas in my tongue, teeth, and my tonsils
The flow can never be conquered
I'm knee-deep in a session, that pressure hitting my nostril
Nigga slicing up a zone like slider from Randy Johnson
He looking to serve
Asked me if I'd signal boost, I gave him my word
So if you needing gas, hit me, he could link on your turf
The Venetian link a rink on my shirt
I couple it with a Cuban, hear em clink and converse
SRT sounding like Professor Frink when I skrt
Quarantine really pushed me to the brink and it worked
I just sold three features, that's a stimulus check
First thing I did was hit up my Miami connect
Three-fifths on a chain that underscore my complexion
McQueen boots black-on-black like Caucasian deflection
Shit been moving so quickly ain't have time for reflection
Sleeping less but more awake, I been defying convention
Still sitting by the ocean for lessons
The waves melting my tension
My brain working like engine
The strain lurk in my tendons
I grain grip in the Bentley Mulsanne
Keeping em guessing
I train searching for weapons
Checking my repertoire
Disregard the pain but it left a scar
20,000 feet up in a plane where I set the bar
My bag heavy as levee swollen from storm
Been working on my mechanics
These niggas digging my form
Producers starting to swarm
I guess this is the norm
No shade when I say this
But I'm really glad I didn't conform
Niggas was snoring
I swear I get it, my music was boring
I put in thousands of hours
And now it's raining and pouring
The 911 is kicking like Thomas Muller
The dash a supercomputer
For a second I forgot it was foreign

Checking in my closet for monsters
The shit they rocking make me think they got a Margiela sponsor
My demons shopping at Nieman, we got an agreement
Gimme some peace and I'll get em pieces
To show their niggas they're steezing
Been in it for hella seasons, I'm seasoned
I got the ATM seizing from all the racks I been seizing
Put the C's in a duffel I got em straight off my hustle
The Seven Seas in my tongue, teeth, and my tonsils
The flow can never be conquered
I'm knee-deep in a session, that pressure hitting my nostril
Nigga slicing up a zone like slider from Randy Johnson
He looking to serve
Asked me if I'd signal boost, I gave him my word
So if you needing gas, hit me, he could link on your turf
The Venetian link a rink on my shirt
I couple it with a Cuban, hear em clink and converse
SRT sounding like Professor Frink when I skrt
Quarantine really pushed me to the brink and it worked
I just sold three features, that's a stimulus check
First thing I did was hit up my Miami connect
Three-fifths on a chain that underscore my complexion
McQueen boots black-on-black like Caucasian deflection
Shit been moving so quickly ain't have time for reflection
Sleeping less but more awake, I been defying convention
Still sitting by the ocean for lessons
The waves melting my tension
My brain working like engine
The strain lurk in my tendons
I grain grip in the Bentley Mulsanne
Keeping em guessing
I train searching for weapons
Checking my repertoire
Disregard the pain but it left a scar
20,000 feet up in a plane where I set the bar
My bag heavy as levee swollen from storm
Been working on my mechanics
These niggas digging my form
Producers starting to swarm
I guess this is the norm
No shade when I say this
But I'm really glad I didn't conform
Niggas was snoring
I swear I get it, my music was boring
I put in thousands of hours
And now it's raining and pouring
The 911 is kicking like Thomas Muller
The dash a supercomputer
For a second I forgot it was foreign