Spartibus (feat. SoloSolomon)
• Written by HotShitSpitter • Featuring SoloSolomon
HotShitSpitter's Notes
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//Solo Solomon
Hot’s passed me the pen, I’m passing you men
Who can’t parse sentences while my targets see no ends
I was asked to come on a track, jump on the rap
With one cat who sees I’m a rapper to look out
For in the future, past four in, I’ma shoot ya
My humor is smoother than your rich abuser’s cruiser
Certified A+, averted eyes ‘cause light years ahead
I have a certain pride that’s certified ‘till my life nears its end
Now we’re past 8, I wanna be your mate, I’m past hate
My bars are so hard and smart they make your arm shake
Now rap seems the same, and the rap scene is lame, but I say
Rap ain’t the same when I start catching the wave
Bar thirteen, you’re hurting if you thought me weak
Gotta sleep and leave the beef to avoid defeat
I’m ending off, I’m getting off, pass the mic to Hot
Don’t get it wrong, I’m getting stronger, last line; I’m gone!
//HotShitSpitter
Thoughts travel at light speed, no rapper in my league
You cocky, tryna copy, still there's no bastard that's like me
'Cause my style is exclusive to my intuitive brain
Write foul and rude shit, never through with the game
Rhyme phenomenal and, it's the common knowledge
That bottom of your body rotten, top demolished
If your posse speak a bad word 'bout my damaging lyrics
They too get eaten, backwards I can manage to spit it
Give me a mic in space, I'll find oxygen there
Y'all frightened, great, that's why impostors is rare
'Cause you can't backstab me, I'll dispatch you quicker
With tracks that be sick, have to bicker
If they question the quality of my pieces of art
I bless them, you ain't stopping me, I'm in need of the bars
That's involuted, you're in to lose it, I guarantee it
My shit petrifying, when you check the rhyming, it scaring demons
My tracks is distinctive, 'cause the brave style of writing
That turn your ashes to liquid, can spray while you vibing
Curse rappers with sick spit, well made, wild, mighty
Rhymes that burst with words like TECs, respected highly
IV and needle needed to keep you alive, see
My heat will beat shit 'till it's bleeding, you might leak
Too much blood and other bodily fluids
You fucked up, my brother, accompany losers
Who decided to speak on my name without a thought
You's a writer so weak, you ain't shit, counter all
Wack attacks of bland MCs, I can't stand these
Rapper's lyrics that clearly can't land on beats
Properly, they sloppily flow, mockeries
Thrown your way, goal's always to stop MCs
From embarassing they self on the microphone
I don't care if it raise hell, your minds get blown
When you hear me describing an eerie murder scene
I fiercely write rhymes that's lyrically murking beats
My body of work constantly improving
Spit knottier words, a monster be in music
That's my creation, you act lively facing
Me, but I'll make your fat thighs bleed, brain split
Eat your guts, and take four of your limbs to a shredder
Ask your father how is he? He say I been doing better
Snatch his bottle of whiskey, and say how you died
He break down and cry, I walk away, now it's time
To use sulfuric acid on all y'all stupid bastards
It melt, eat through you like you is plastic
I nail freaks to blue, floor in my basement
I'm going to scrape their, dome, then I'm waiting
'Till their red and white blood cells exit their body
If you set a fight up, well, get blessed with a shotty
Filled with true syllables 'stead of bullets
But they dealing more damage than lead gon' do, bitch
I'm ill and so frantic, my skill has been proven
I peel back your cap, I will rap 'till music
Is a concept that vanished from this world
I conquer and banish all bitch turds
Every line written coherent to next one
Bet if I kick it, y'all fear and get wet cunts
You hearing the best done, shit in a while
'Cause I'm spitting lit lyrics that's sinister, vile
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HotShitSpitter
Member since November 13 2022