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And now for the big reveal:
//Nick_Shady//
I'm sick and tired of these cynical fuckin' critics
Sayin' my goddamn lyrics are too explicit, they're livid
My shiddit's too wicked, so on that simple fucking premise
I promised these fucking idiots I wouldn't say fuckin' for six minutes
(Six minutes, **********, you're on)
Hiroshima how I drop fucking lyrical bombs
Oh, shit, I just said the word, I gotta do it again like Nagasaki
No, fuck the media and all you carbon copies
Coming out the woodwork, I never thought that it could work
If all you SoundCloud clowns didn't put out any good works
That you could ever make a career that would work
In reality, there's no fucking way that it should work
I'll slit your throat like Stan Mitchell does his wrists
You can have the gift of this bird flipped
Shit, how about you eat this fuckin' fist sandwich?
Here, take a bandage for your wounded soul, you ass kiss
//Coindrop//
Back here with another round to poke
At anyone, put my hands around their throat,
And the beat’s hard like a bounding pulse,
I’m gonna be held accountable;
Gave a thumbs up, like I’m tryna hitch a ride,
I get with the times, bring the sickest vibes that you find all within the rhymes,
Get in line you little twine, sip the wine,
Binge the vines, you’ll be a victim of crime; (oh yeah)
Scared in your jammies, prolly swore to marry
Your own fucking granny, you just wore her panties,
They're one of the reasons I was born like Harry,
So now tell me why I can't torch the nanny?;
And I don’t mean to throw you under the bus, boy,
But yall don’t bring anything to the table, just noise,
Can't turn them on me, I have a leg to stand on,
So you better step down if you wave a standoff;
//Coh//
*sigh* we gotta stay strong (stay strong) gotta stay strong (stay strong)
Yeah put that shit inside yo mind remember take life at your own time
you can try best even if your not fine
just follow my words of this freestyle and you’ll be fine
ignore your wrist filled with those red lines try
and break free from those vines covered in thorns
knowing there’s more to life then just strife
You got a path to pave you ain’t life’s goddamn slave blood is the only thing these bitches crave
you gotta ignore the haters get that poison out yo brain even the sky is full of clouds and rain
and it’s looking dim just know that you aren’t slim
you got this shit and always have know that you cash change
if you try no need to lie or buy time
to let those scars heal to finally wear those short sleeves
embrace in who you are every scar shows
just how far you can go just sit down and find your flow
//GenXjeezy//
In this Rap game I'm a motherfuckin' heavyweight
If you need proof then allow me to demonstrate
The rhymes I create will both educate and stimulate
Plus devastate and decimate while making me dominate
The words I communicate are meant to intimidate
And I don't exaggerate when I say they'll humiliate
That means that I'll embarrass the shit outta you
There's absolutely no limit to what I can do
I came up in the streets and lived a rough existence
I'm down for whatever it doesn't make any difference
I've learned to take pleasure in being your pain
I like getting bloody because I'm fucking insane
My anger is something that I couldn't ever contain
I'm fucking ruthless and vengeful some would say inhumane
See nobody ever really gave a shit about me
Society rejected me and that's my fucking reality
//Tewsly//
Hate me, bathe me, berate me, try to persuade me
To stay with you babe, tell me how the baby wasn't mine to begin with
Maybe I should pay my sins and beg in you, fed you like an ex prescription pill
Maybe I could kill your bin and pin my pen with a 5 to 6 inch knife
May wasn't a good month, days go on slow, 5 to 6 blades circle around my life now
Mayday isn't okay to pay blood in, I flow on a deadly Nile river, Nine fades
And fine days aren't the same anymore, bleed out in a shy leaf fashion
Fasten your seat belts, Heartbeats quickens as I reach for precision
My permission isn't a decision to face my heated demons
Per mission I decide how suicide was in your your cold vision
You hate me cause I forced you not to see you side cry old fast
Niggas killed themselves, after a relationship, relation to her baby ship
Ain't the same, Nigga has another kid in his hands, other than he realizes
He don't know about whose child this is, but when he realizes reality hits him sayin'
//BR4CKETT//
The world is in panic, and quiet frankly I think thats fantastic
Classic world problems that happen every year is just an automatic
Face going numb and feeling like static, it’s starting to feel like magic
It’s tragic that people think pain is something bad, thats just life as a dad
Been getting no sleep due to the crying, even when I’m tired im still rhyming
Oh but look at the timing, it’s like im part of the shining, im fighting
Myself to never stop the grinding, while im finding, a part of me that still hiding
Im climbing the ladder of talent but yet im never seeing the pinnacle of my talent
Is my potential just endless, are you getting jealous, hanging myself until im breathless
But thats an irrational move, so senseless, take care of my cats, they are so precious
While I am a menace to society, no wait, sobriety, im creating a dynasty filled with anxiety
I sit in privacy, I wait silently waiting for a knock, knock knock, finally
Does that mean im accepted back in society, no just pay your taxes, IRS a bunch of asses
They ruin life’s by the masses but I don’t care if I have been accepted back in yet
I grab a pack of cigarettes and start walking down the street getting side eyes
Oh what a surprise, a bunch of cops in disguise walking my way and they fire some shots
//WEALTHMASTA//
Bitch you ain’t making greenbacks, tired of these virgins lying when I only speak facts
I’m makin’ motherfuckers flee man, caught a opp, had some heat packed
Shot him up, made him bleed, yeah, like Egypt, cause I left him airless like a Sphynx cat
And then popped him like a chiropractor, all that was about a week back
And I’m still the shit, yo girl pulls up with a revealing fit and then lets me drill her clit
Then kneels and spits, feels my dick then I fill her lips up with the semen I spill in ‘em
I’m like Godzilla, bitch, I’m even colder than the fridge I’ll conceal you in
And it’s a jarring experience when you’re stuck in a pickle and I leave you to deal with it
Shoulda accepted defeat, try steppin’ to me and I’ll wreck and I’ll beat ya
Lyrically till you start bleedin,’ you need medical treatment? Too bad, man, like Michael Keaton
These haters jealous that I’m succeedin’ when it comes to this beef shit
When I get wins, they seethin,’ cause they ain’t able to, so they feel weakened
And you’re responsible, so blame yourself when I knock you out and your jaw pops
Cause you caused your own problems, and I know that pains you, so call me Bob Ross
Catch you off guard when I walk up and you hear your door’s lock pop
With no knock knock, cause I’m doper, man, boutta smoke yo ass, just watch, dawg
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