Songtext So.Incredible.Pkg (robert glasper version) Denzel Curry

So.Incredible.Pkg (robert glasper version)

Ready
Go, go, go

I don't write rhymes, nigga, I write checks
Might rewrite your life if the price set
Mic check, one-two, one-two
It's the nigga Denzel comin' outta the Zuu
Carol City, what I breathe
Dissect the flow so you could see what I bleed
Put it all together and it forms to one thing
Captain Planet, I'm on my
Packin' cannons to crack Atlantis
It's so incredible

Lookin' at your face is so regrettable
Better fix your mug, they gotta rush you to the medical
Doctor, buggin' out like Flik versus Hopper
Untouchable to any window shopper, mann?quin
Flow scorch the back just like it's Anakin
Smokin' cannabis but ain't no journals that I'm handlin'
Like, who brings th? composition to the competition?
There's gonna be some consequences when I- (Look out)
Now lemme turn this to the judge and throw the book out
Then skew it on the barbie like a motherfuckin' cookout
This rhyme is dedicated to every MC I took out
And ones that got the best of me so all y'all niggas lookout
Ay, yo, I chef mad flavors
Bitches suck the energy, it's like a Lifesaver
Shave it off the top, it's sort of like a lightsaber
Cheese grater, he's greater
When they mention I, definition of the fly
And that's why

I don't write rhymes, nigga, I write checks
Might rewrite your life if the price set
Mic check, one-two, one-two
It's the nigga Denzel comin' outta the ZUU
Carol City, what I breathe
Dissect the flow so you could see what I bleed
Put it all together and it forms to one thing
Captain Planet, I'm on my
Packin' cannons to crack Atlantis
It's so incredible

A'ight, I got this theory that all country niggas is related, you feel me?
Shit, we got Currys in my family, nigga, we might be cousins (Baby)

Back at your line and nigga I'm cuttin' neck
Five in the mornin', like, damn, boy, you ain't up yet?
No fatigue and no preachy, got a lil' jawn at the crib
And we gettin' lifted like elevators in Brixton
Let me paint a quick picture, it's Highsquiat, let me spark
I been on big ginger, I'm Bob Ross with the art
I got home this mornin' and parked my car in the yard
Stumbled right into that coochie that I had left on the charger
Roll right over, check my DM and every message say, "Carpe
Like Smino, papi, you prolly don't 'member me from Wisconsin
I was baggin' all the green, I bought you a couple packers
Told you that you the reason I still got hope in these rappers"
I'm like, "Huh, me? Lil' old me?"
Brought the steppers out tonight and I ain't talkin' Frankie
At the Beverly, I seen my dawgs, walk the stanky
Came a long way from Parker Grove, parkin' in, mm

I don't write rhymes, nigga, I write checks
Might rewrite your life if the price set
Mic check, one-two, one-two
It's the nigga Denzel comin' outta the ZUU
Carol City, what I breathe
Dissect the flow so you could see what I bleed
Put it all together and it forms to one thing
Captain Planet, I'm on my
Packin' cannons to crack Atlantis
It's so incredible

Lookin' at your face is so regrettable
Man can make corrected control adjustments, to compensate for certain electronic and mechanical malfunctions
Look out