Untouchable (freestyle) Lyrics - Lloyd Banks

[Verse] 

Far from the typical, won't produce the regular rap fan 

Head trauma the drama, big dawg gon' need a cat scan 

Tuesdays are full of new albums to feed my trash can 

Jenga killer, push you out your spot, fuck up your stack plan 

Ain't a motherfucker breathin' equipped, sick verse fatality 

I don't even know who's killin' this shit, split personalities 

Mercy on the jersey that built the nerve up to battle me 

The smell of burned rubber and fear on your road to agony 

Sleeping's a guarantee, never been safe to stay in there 

Run in your crib with hammers up, lay you down like baby hair 

Got my Magnificent posture from a Mercedes chair 

Latest gear, rude awakenings being couragous here 

Niggas shootin' at the kid, watch 'em miss on a day to day 

Shit I'm fly as ever, need my statue at JFK 

Darts been goin' over heads still, slow down my play by play 

Sittin' on ammunition, really just a grenade away 

Searching 5 star spots, breaking my top ramen 

You steal off the table get eyes black as your sock bottom 

Only helping me out throwin' stones, I'm rock climbin' 

Killin' underground Power 105'n and Hot9 'em 

Don't know what the fuck you put in that pendant, it's not diamonds 

Fraudin' fuckin' up the game, visualizing you drop dying 

Somewhere along the way they switched the agenda, who gave the junkies power? 

Paper cuts from counting this money, don't trust a money counter 

Gotta be the drugs, your favourite celebrity's cutting powder 

Popularity's a skeezer, never gave a fuck about her 

The God's been hunting you, tryin' to serve your subpoena 

Still can punch you and I rhyme like Floyd Mayweather Sr 

Being famous ain't gon' legend you 

Ignore the fame they feed you 

Weirdo niggas took the game again, I overcame the seizure 

Ran my pen out on the regular, the normal train procedure 

Cross the finish line my muh'fucking self in this game of features 

From the slum to the Bahamas, they'll have to filét mignon us 

Went from running with the Kings to a king like Isaiah Thomas 

Really how you threw it down, we all go to the same designers 

Ain't no shoes on in here anyway, tell 'em cocaine align us 

I'm as great as the niggas you pedestal and your flows tangled 

Lay you out of winters cold, grown man makin' snow angels 

Evil sparkles too, don't let the glitter and gold change you 

Prophet in my best shot, superstar on my worst angle 

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