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Connect 4
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Connect 4 Lyrics (feat. Brooklyn Academy)

Will Tell ft. Brooklyn Academy (ft. I-See-On (AKA Icon), Mr. Metaphor, Block McCloud, and Pumpkinhead) - “Connect 4”
[Emcee(s): I-See-On (AKA Icon), Mr. Metaphor, Block McCloud, and Pumpkinhead]
[Producer(s): Will Tell]

[Verse 1: I-See-On (AKA Icon)]
Ayyo, tropic reefer, Bloody Mary leaking margarita
Sangre fría, cold-blooded, verbal santería
Fallen horsemen, metamorphous to the form of porcelain
Guard your eyes—no man can stand to my corpse's coffin
Speed of cobras, the fragrance of Satan's and demons' odors
Precede Jehovah and others the eyes of the evil ogres
Sacred scripts solidified inside my data chip
Half-man, half-water, walking the corridors of Satan's pit
I'm more than deep—I smoke the weed up out the coral reef
Vocals that slaughter beats, my raps contain the rawest meat
The holy prophet, the omen arose through a fallen comet
Casted caskets to the corridors of Pontius Pilate
Red desert bird keep the sky lit
Ultraviolet, seven-headed, wild hybrid

[Verse 2: Mr. Metaphor]
We'll
Break you with word raps, collapse
Fall flat like a drug relapse, hurt
Crack your kneecaps. Catch a flashback
Back, twerp, track your steps on your backslaps
S-slap, take a nap. Wanna scrap?
We could scrap—catch a fist like a cl-clap
My clowns attack, deep impact to be as exact
Bring it back. For a lack, I gots to relax
Protect our flow like prophylact, tough
Smoke a fast act (with a cat), so snatch that
Take two, p-pass that. That Brooklyn Ac' cat
Underground where the rats at

[Verse 3: Block McCloud]
Yo, this
Is business. You get your feelings tossed and millis crossing
Filling ditches, riches get us fixed, we're killing snitches
Will's to riches, fortuneteller. Hell, he's clocking dough like Rockefeller
McCloud, I rock the flow Blockapella
You “Put It In Your Mouth,” I'm Blockinyele when I bust mine, you find it
Hot in your belly. “Who Shot Ya?” Machiavelli
I hold stock in every endeavor to give me leverage, the cleverest
Never missed, devilish but cool like a beverage
Ace the test, faced the best and made a message
Raise your essence, spray their flesh—it lays in lessons
Made examples of, Will lay the samples loved. Women, I
Damped their rug. Thugs, I amp ‘em up to champ above all
Still on the rise, I don't compromise. I conquer
Bomb from skies, swamp you, stomp your lies
Beyond your wildest dreams, my style just gleams like a
Jagged edge, a dagger wedged in a violent scene
Your mouth the shape of a silent scream, body uniden-
-tifiable. When my temper rise, I'm liable
To end your lives. Sea-temperature dives, lending eyes to the blind
The words I emphasize create an enterprise

[Verse 4: Pumpkinhead]
I hold no grudge, show no love. Feel a cold
Slug travel through your froze mug. My cold blood oppose
Thugs, pose with eyes closed and hold blunts
Kick your stomach ‘til you blow chunks. We ‘bout to blow up
Heavy velocity, philosophy with the ferocity of
A lion tearing apart your body seams, a nightmare
That makes your mommy scream in a dark corner
On a rocking chair, guzzling Cask & Cream. I see things like (Yo)
Fiends fight for hits of the pipe, gripping a knife
A victim of Christ sipping on ice, smothered in vodka
Living the life, jigging your wife from a position that's tight
Light trees, give me the sight like a pigeon in flight
Yo, yo, I don't play games in this rap shit, rip a track
Shit, clip the plastic, spit acid, burn fabrics (What?)
Hold steel like blacksmiths, rock an Avirex bulletproof jacket
For the racket, talking with a Brooklyn accent (Bitch)

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Songwriter(s): Str8 Paper, Block McCloud, Mr. Metaphor, Pumpkinhead
Record Label(s): 2013 Will Tell
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