Isolate

Verse 1: C-Scripture

Isolate my mind when I’m making a rhyme

You know I run the game dawg, let my ligaments shine

I don’t need no validation, I’m the illest alive

I’m painting pictures of my soul when I spit with Divine

Little Jerry Heller **** when I hustle for mines

Never been a street solider, I be calling the shots

They might’ve never heard my name, I’m the ghost of the bars

I isolate the weakest rappers with emotions involved

Give a few sick bars, and the tightest of flows

Then I take the illest rappers when I’m leading the charge

I isolate your whole squad leave you lyrically robbed

When they ask who I is, I say I roll with Divine

The most critically acclaimed muthafucka alive

It’s Bass & Truth in the booth, I’m the spirit of rap

I elevate your style ****, while I’m leaving a mark

You want C-Scripture ****, I’m the greatest inshallah

Hook: C-Scripture

I came and I saw, I made them and I conquered

Isolate the weak from the strong gave them all love

Painted pictures in their hearts, I don’t think they know that

Everything they is, I done been, I could blow up

I came and I saw, I made them and I conquered

Isolate the weak from the strong gave them all love

Painted pictures in their hearts, I don’t think they know that

Everything they is, I done been, I could blow up

Verse 2: C-Scripture

I’m still rebel when I rhyme, still kicking the tight flows

Malawi on the map when I’m feeling to hype one

It’s written up in blood, I was gifted to write bars

Spit it with my ancestors, killing the mics fun

Spinning through the worlds, now I’m rocking to buy one

Eric B is president with Ra in the background

Everything is heaven sent now why would I back down?

See the third letter I was written to come back

Plotting on course, now your stereo rock mines

I’m blowing through the waves like you’re tripping on landmines

I got y’all retarded now listen regardless

I bought a gift rap that’s a whooping to artists

I decompose your soul if you’re spitting that whack shit

The spirit of Hip-Hop I’m bringing a classic

The Nas of my era, terror listen the Don Mega

See when I rhyme now giving the Third Letter

Hook: C-Scripture

I came and I saw, I made them and I conquered

Isolate the weak from the strong gave them all love

Painted pictures in their hearts, I don’t think they know that

Everything they is, I done been, I could blow up

I came and I saw, I made them and I conquered

Isolate the weak from the strong gave them all love

Painted pictures in their hearts, I don’t think they know that

Everything they is, I done been, I could blow up

Verse 3: Prev-L

Imagine a virus infecting everybody in your hood

State of emergency, people is dying see shit ain’t good

You’re the only **** that’s not infected at all

Trying to save the world everybody is looking at y’all

That’s exactly how I feel when I’m hearing you rap

See you’re a virus, a dog that needs to get shot in heart

I need a quarantine for all of y’all **** rapping like Russian records

You idolize the wrong ****, a bunch of pendejos!

How can you think yourself a pack, when you’re isolated?

If the lyrics to your track was dope, I’d have read it!

But you is not even close to being a lyricist

The problem is you being whack, you invite a diss

It’s automated, Bass & Truth skills auto-graded

I’m calibrated often my flowing prowess underrated

I’m graduated I burn ****, I bring a clinic

My **** Scripture called my name, and y’all see I did it

Hook: C-Scripture

I came and I saw, I made them and I conquered

Isolate the weak from the strong gave them all love

Painted pictures in their hearts, I don’t think they know that

Everything they is, I done been, I could blow up

I came and I saw, I made them and I conquered

Isolate the weak from the strong gave them all love

Painted pictures in their hearts, I don’t think they know that

Everything they is, I done been, I could blow up