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- Popping a clutch, I’m rocking it tough,
- Grinding for days, I’m locking it up,
- im like Mike Tyson I’m knocking it rough,
- I'm the illest with facts,
- dropping, sick tracks
- so hard y’all get whip lash
- my flow is a straight bitch slap
- I’m the lyrical go getter
- stacking up wins, never a quitter,
- knock them out cold I’m a heavy hitter,
- every move makes ‘em shiver,
- When I said it, I meant it, no bluff or regret,
- just like a debt collector I’m at your neck
- I’m spitting fumes in the bath room,
- shadows tryna catch you,
- Flip it like I did that,
- visions kinda wack too,
- Psychedelic drugs in my system,
- how they pass through,
- Talk slick, I’m a shit talker,
- quick to snap you,
- cats that chat soon
- get they back bruised,
- Middle finger up, and I’m
- swerving on the fast route,
- Black mood, thoughts
- lurk deep they attack you,
- Mind in a spiral, and
- I twist it like a wax moon,
- Vivid with the clips,
- let it rip, then I blast through,
- Realness on the track too,
- raw with the attitude.
- Cobra clutch, overdosed,
- Motor rush, know the ropes,
- Bolder touch, colder quotes,
- Soldier’s trust, holdin' posts,
- Broke the crust, ghosted most,
- Smoked and brushed, no repose,
- Told to hush, foes are close,
- Soul combusts, molten flows
- Smash the glass, lurk and move,
- Aftermath, hurt you too,
- Crafted fast, burst the groove,
- Back to back, verses prove,
- Flash and dash, words are crude,
- Clap the wrath, curse the crew,
- Crash and blast, burstin’ through,
- Backwards path, circle you
- Terrorist, non stop plan,
- Merit this, bomb drop, man,
- Clearing this, courtroom stand,
- Serious, more to land,
- Bearing gifts, orange vans,
- Scaring kids, onslaught, damn,
- Perilous, strong top brand,
- Various, war torn lands
- I’m colder than ice caps,
- rolling with night traps,
- Holdin’ the mic back,
- folding foes like flapjacks.
- Flowing with tight raps,
- Im knowing your hype capped,
- Your bars get smacked down,
- I’m throwing the right jab,
- Catch me in flight paths,
- higher than flight crafts,
- I’m lighting that gas,
- igniting the fight fast.
- Ducking your light taps
- Runnin’ with light cash,
- I’m clutching the right stash.
- Spazzing with rhyme stabs,
- laughing at light grabs.
- I’m scorching the flames bro
- torching the lanes slow,
- Forcing the same flow,
- warping the game though.
- I’m packing, insane drugs,
- jacking, your fame plugs.
- cracking with straight thugs,
- I’m laughing at lame scrubs,
- I’m penning this, bending this,
- endless with sentences,
- Clever with penmanship,
- every line venomous,
- Menacing, stepping in,
- wrecking the premises,
- Relentless, I’m flexing
- Blessed with the method,
- it’s tested, no blemishes,
- Reckoning, leveling, settling nemesis,
- Evidence evident, never no hesitance,
- Measure my excellence,
- I’m active, I battle I’m crafting a classic,
- From A to B, then C,
- I master the pattern, No fractions, I’m
- snapping and shatter the standards,
- You blasting I’m baffling fast with the tactics,
- I cash in, no accidents, rap with the madness.
- I’m hitting em with an uppercut, Rappers try to stunt but they fronting that’s a butt fuck,
- I ain’t one to run, step and catch a tough one,
- im like a gun bust, you dont want the come up,
- You ain't built for fucking war, better hush up,
- I crush chump leave em leaking when I rush up.
- blood guts Tough luck better not fuck up,
- Stacking my pay stubs, rack ing the same dubs,
- Slapping your fake love, back in the same club.
- I’m hot with the wordplay, sipping on Bom bay,
- Tripping on sun day, drifting the wrong way,
- Running the one way, clicking with gun play,
- Flipping the funds, hey, tricking the run, way.
- Stupid faggot
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