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Spartibus (feat. SoloSolomon)

  1. //Solo Solomon
  2. Hot’s passed me the pen, I’m passing you men
  3. Who can’t parse sentences while my targets see no ends
  4. I was asked to come on a track, jump on the rap
  5. With one cat who sees I’m a rapper to look out
  6. For in the future, past four in, I’ma shoot ya
  7. My humor is smoother than your rich abuser’s cruiser
  8. Certified A+, averted eyes ‘cause light years ahead
  9. I have a certain pride that’s certified ‘till my life nears its end
  10. Now we’re past 8, I wanna be your mate, I’m past hate
  11. My bars are so hard and smart they make your arm shake
  12. Now rap seems the same, and the rap scene is lame, but I say
  13. Rap ain’t the same when I start catching the wave
  14. Bar thirteen, you’re hurting if you thought me weak
  15. Gotta sleep and leave the beef to avoid defeat
  16. I’m ending off, I’m getting off, pass the mic to Hot
  17. Don’t get it wrong, I’m getting stronger, last line; I’m gone!
  18. //HotShitSpitter
  19. Thoughts travel at light speed, no rapper in my league
  20. You cocky, [tryna copy, still there's no bastard that's like me](you're trying to bite my style, but it's so original you can't be an exact copy of me)
  21. 'Cause my style is exclusive to my intuitive brain
  22. Write foul and rude shit, never through with the game
  23. Rhyme phenomenal and, it's the common knowledge
  24. That bottom of your body rotten, top demolished
  25. If your posse speak a bad word 'bout my damaging lyrics
  26. They too get eaten, backwards I can manage to spit it
  27. Give me a mic in space, I'll find oxygen there
  28. [Y'all frightened, great, that's why impostors is rare](there's not many that try to betray me because they're afraid of me)
  29. 'Cause you can't backstab me, I'll dispatch you quicker
  30. With tracks that be sick, have to bicker
  31. If they question the quality of my pieces of art
  32. I bless them, you ain't stopping me, I'm in need of the bars
  33. That's involuted, you're in to lose it, I guarantee it
  34. My shit petrifying, when you check the rhyming, it scaring demons
  35. My tracks is distinctive, 'cause the brave style of writing
  36. That turn your ashes to liquid, can spray while you vibing
  37. Curse rappers with sick spit, well made, wild, mighty
  38. Rhymes that burst with words like TECs, respected highly
  39. IV and needle needed to keep you alive, see
  40. My heat will beat shit 'till it's bleeding, you might leak
  41. Too much blood and other bodily fluids
  42. You fucked up, my brother, accompany losers
  43. Who decided to speak on my name without a thought
  44. You's a writer so weak, you ain't shit, counter all
  45. Wack attacks of bland MCs, I can't stand these
  46. Rapper's lyrics that clearly can't land on beats
  47. Properly, they sloppily flow, mockeries
  48. Thrown your way, goal's always to stop MCs
  49. From embarassing they self on the microphone
  50. I don't care if it raise hell, your minds get blown
  51. When you hear me describing an eerie murder scene
  52. I fiercely write rhymes that's lyrically murking beats
  53. My body of work constantly improving
  54. Spit knottier words, a monster be in music
  55. That's my creation, you act lively facing
  56. Me, but I'll make your fat thighs bleed, brain split
  57. Eat your guts, and take four of your limbs to a shredder
  58. Ask your father how is he? He say I been doing better
  59. Snatch his bottle of whiskey, and say how you died
  60. He break down and cry, I walk away, now it's time
  61. To use sulfuric acid on all y'all stupid bastards
  62. It melt, eat through you like you is plastic
  63. I nail freaks to blue, floor in my basement
  64. I'm going to scrape their, dome, then I'm waiting
  65. 'Till their red and white blood cells exit their body
  66. If you set a fight up, well, get blessed with a shotty
  67. Filled with true syllables 'stead of bullets
  68. But they dealing more damage than lead gon' do, bitch
  69. I'm ill and so frantic, my skill has been proven
  70. I peel back your cap, I will rap 'till music
  71. Is a concept that vanished from this world
  72. I conquer and banish all bitch turds
  73. Every line written coherent to next one
  74. Bet if I kick it, y'all fear and get wet cunts
  75. You hearing the best done, shit in a while
  76. 'Cause I'm spitting lit lyrics that's sinister, vile

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