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Critical Condition ft. RapBoat

  1. //Intro (WEALTHMASTA)//
  2. Alright, system live, ay
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  4. //Verse 1 (WEALTHMASTA)//
  5. End the prestige, every fiend depending on their greed
  6. Evidently these enemies think they got mega heat, but my shit’s measured in degrees
  7. A professor who thinks a lesson needs to be teached, put seven up with ease
  8. Buy Pepsi for the geeks, yo resonance of grief isn’t relevant to me
  9. All yo bars tossed at me I faithfully claim, jokers keep playing them games
  10. Jesters clown our names and get flamed, but that shit’s just inessential scribbles
  11. It sucks that they’re trapped in the middle, get shrunk, or skedaddle a little
  12. I’m the broadcaster of bitter rapper chatter, sledge cracks and shatters yo asses
  13. No profit from them, they ain’t my backers, yo shit gets crushed inside lyrical compactors
  14. I snap spines like if Yao was a bone cracker, blitz em like a sacker
  15. Nothing they fling stops us from mowin’ em down like a monster tractor
  16. The bullet smuggler, overkill like cooking butter, snipe em and leave em dyin’ like Woody’s mother
  17. Crooks get hunted, got an altered barrel, and I don’t mean a wooden shutter
  18. At the pinnacle, bitches being critical, but all of them critics hoes, I leave em in clinical
  19. Ly critical condition, though I’m just using statistics, their shit is so hypocritical
  20. It’s the same shit as throwing Miracle Whip on a chili bowl, pivotal, unpredictale
  21. And a little bit cynical since I been spinnin’ and winnin’ like it’s cylindrical
  22. Got a squad of homies full of creatures too, like Pikachu I’m seeking clues
  23. Sticks and kicks for disrespect, we aim ’em right when you leave the booth
  24. Pam on pans, gloss em up like a heater, y’all deceivers, but I just speak the truth
  25. Don’t play the clown, if guys are waving banners, then you’d probably salute
  26. If this man’s a walking lie detector, then see the proof, sippin’ Henny with juice
  27. Cause it’s a dreadful ass day for you, I’m here to send heretics some pain
  28. Slash jab with the left, scrambling cortexes with the deadliest aim
  29. You still cost less than a Costco dessert, shocked and comically burned
  30. All of the Hertz already hurts, I melt ya, harness a circuit and cross with a surge
  31. Quantams dispersed, reverse spurting particle bursts, opps and cops can get tossed in the dirt
  32. The purge, all ya nominal jerks, got the capacity to pass ya like an obstacle swerved
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  34. //Verse 2 (RapBoat)//
  35. Give ‘em backlash, we get litty, backtrack in this spittin'
  36. You just viewed war in a snippet, packed C 4 near the linens
  37. And when G force starts to twist, my dogs is bleachin' out they denim
  38. Stuff you prolly never peeped, tag a snitch and never speak
  39. Shave his brows off clean, use almond milk to clear the grease
  40. Aye, this that island bred insanity, softies like you lucky we don’t flip on all humanity
  41. Stamped my place and I’m gettin’ chests, stretch where your wave compress
  42. Throwin' wild 180s like a bet, and we caught him singin’, yeah that goofy on a wire man
  43. Ridin’ down the avenue, got clipped right through his eye wear
  44. Spinnin’ with the gopros, crashin’ in with psychos, tuck it back like it’s protected
  45. If you swingin’, better prep kid, spend that bag ‘fore you regret it
  46. Got some brothers doin’ bids, feel like I’m the ocean, wait, I lied, I’m the wind
  47. The hand that moves the rim, sonning all these learners, laughin’ with they earners
  48. What I’m buildin’s miraculous, leaps the text, mute the phonies cause they hazardous
  49. And they took the floor just to rattle us, blur our tags and get mad as us
  50. All the shots is alright, I, get the goal is ascendancy, still taboo when it comes to this legacy
  51. I never heed ‘em, regardless how common that lame wave get, I ain’t been tarnished
  52. Whiff of played out rap kids like spearmint to carnage, I’m checkin’ how deep is that logic
  53. Chumps fold too rapidly, newbies making fantasies, OG lappin' ya mutts, put em down as they catchin’ me
  54. Sending youth into filth, posting tall even when your kin collapse in the rain
  55. I figure you aware that the tolls for perfection get insane, that mark ain’t my last frame
  56. To me it’s suspicious, disdain and that ego tied can’t let innocence flourish
  57. They gotta crawl out the cradle geared for life’s end, no reflection there then you shove em off a bend
  58. But when we speak real, that don’t make you greater as a human
  59. You act cause you craving the right to pick who ain’t worth assuming
  60. Whether you accurate or not, you disapprove? they gotta flop
  61. they step near your block, they spit on whatever scraps you got, can’t even catch how wild it rings
  62. Cause you encircle with the lifeless and crumbled things, and forces above got em tugged by a chain
  63. So even while living fair enough, they still hunt for something seeming frail in the frame
  64.  
  65. //Outro (WEALTHMASTA)//
  66. Ay, reload

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