Its The Roc
DJ SKEEEE

{Charles Hamilton}
I think we might call this The Bermuda Triangle... I like that
The Bermuda Triangle n*gga, f*ck whether you get lost

{Verse I: Charles Hamilton}
I’m too nice, your dude might get two mics in the Source from my lyrical intercourse
‘Cuz I spew these new types of venom
More crews might try to meet the DJ in the blue sky
Why two mics? ‘Cuz n*ggas won't get it
Let me translate for all you wild slow b*tches;
Groups of emcees might puke and then leave the game, hang themselves to view my 16s
‘Cuz I write with God’s percision and Satan’s swag
You n*ggas is not permitted with your hatin’ a**
Stop your b*tchin’ while I’m makin cash
I just drop a written to have you shakin’ fast
In your socks and slippers, I hope you got some mittens You in a hot position when I bake you f*gs
Open the oven my flow is disgustin’
But I make so much sense I bet Oprah would love it
So, let me be ignorant for a little bit
I sell fertilizer, I don’t give a sh*t
Hahah
Yeaaahhh. Who got next?
Haaaaa
Crazy King Blaine, K Zeus
Take you to Bermuda Right!?

No lie I think they forgot
These dudes flames without the f and I am what they not
I’m popping flow go hard like the gangs out in Compton
Young Chris breezy all my Julez is popping
I pick money and ice spice like it’s the only option
Not 2 pac but I know all the eyes watching
They mad they never seem like the lochness
They girls eyeing me I’m in all of her optics
I Flow like snoop cause that dog in me is chronic
Crack all her eggs like doctor robotnick
Super sonic The opps scrambling
Jacky lee taught me madarin
So I can stunt rush hour Jacky Chan’n them
The goat is what ya ears is sampling
Dayvid vader move like anakin
I’m what sniff in they nose
I got them seeing sounds from all the words that I spoke
I’m a nerd like Pharrell everybody knows
I’m not young hov but I’m fire to a stove
My Toy soldiers on they gi joe
It’s a massacre e i o
50 cent can get you to the slaughter house
Sweet like Eminem’s it’s like I just ordered out
Ima beast Uber eats ya favorite rapper to my house
I’m the big cat like Tom and you a lil Mouse
My girl bad you can't compete with my spouse
David Blaine work magic get money in drought
I grand hustle like ti down in the south
I told you I ain’t hov but I’m gone bring ‘em out (Brin Em Out)
I’m bout to be famous some just here for the clout
They was unsure this verse erased all the doubt
I’m the champion win the war like Kratos
Childish like gambino I got so much play doe
I’m fromNew York all my Latina’s looking like JLO
I’m the boss they just do whatever that I say so
Bow to ya knees hit ya forehead
Pay me my respect that’s deeper than the ocean
Ima giant I stack holsum bread
I keep my peeps in check and all my opps dead ahh man
Look at what they started now all these rappers daily departed
Sensational like I’m living in the future
If you want beef I’ll introduce ya to Bermuda
I can roc nations from this computer
From Athens to Harlem I take ya to Bermuda
Yea K Zeus got shooters
Some break spirit other use the rugers
Its cracking the kraken will introduce you to Bermuda
I’m super man but the style lex Luther , On God

Yea fly you over that ocean
You see the triangles you know what's up
Never see from you again crazy
King Blaine, K Zeus
Haaannnnn