enola playa

i drop shit so hot
it burns up your body
casts a shadow like fritz lang in metropolis

secret plans are popular like sodomy
and tommy
siegel like a german stamp in the studio
pumpin out tracks, he’s an octopus
with ink on paper
a playa hater
cause my enola gay got bombs
like a terrorist
strapped to his chest like a bible
like a fivel going west, he’s best
for the mission
doesn’t like fusion
cause the concept’s impossible
but the fission way is natural