Duel Of The Iron Mic (feat. Lil_...
• Written by HotShitSpitter • Featuring Lil_Chip
//HotShitSpitter
When I perform, they know this dude's messiah-like
Polishing the syllables, I use the violent rhymes
To cause dangerous catastrophes and to define the high
Lyrical skill I possess, I don't do no nine to five
I'm searching for wordplay you can't write or find
Or metaphors that if explained, would've fried your mind
I'll make you want to commit suicide with lines
'Cause the hot bars in your phone is the purest sign of my
Dominance, if you won once, you'll lose the final fight
I'm cracking your building like you moving white inside
Need more than common sense to know the truth behind the mic
Ripping MC's skill, so you have no clues on why do I
Always spit complex bars and utilize the time
To practice this rap shit, it's a brutal ride with mine
Lightyears ahead of my mic peers, right here
You're witnessing the lyrics piercing through your left and right ear
You go with the flow like you rowing a boat
I flow with the goat, in a mirror he shows
My pride as an MC won't let me pay for ghostwriter
When you spit, it's just saliva, bitch, it's no fire
//Lil_Chip
They call me a lyrical genius like eminem
And Im still in my bag like the MnM's
Call me a fad how Im still making double M's
And a nigga so fly I should be droved in jets
Still a runner, but we aint talking bout the sets
Running around like a animal get me a pet
Ion talking bout zoo when I said gimme Ken
Ion talking bout clue when I was watching blue's
And yeah we up in space but we still missed the moon
How you running late when you promised soon?
How you brought a fork when we asked for a spoon?
How you fucking four like Im not in the room
And we still popping shit like im high on the moon
And we still skipping it like am I in the zone
Violent with it, they call me a cyclone
Sleeping on me, ima send you back home
//HotShitSpitter
Heard you want a feud, I'll check if that be factual
And you'll learn a lesson that me's absolute
And asking for beef is getting your teeth capped, my dude
To the prime of his life my record will relapse a fool
The most fresh man, you get X'd, excel like Chino
Telling you secret of my style is like selling cheat codes
Raps a free throw of lines that go nuts like balls
I lust hard bars like a fiend lust white chalk
I know the stars align when this MC starts to rhyme
Not being able to write really starves my mind
You needed med forces when you met the metamorphic
Metaphors, it's 'bout to get hot, like I'm a weather forecast
Before I cast the vicious spells, I need to master them
But when they're perfected, I hurt you like I'm pastoring
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HotShitSpitter
Member since November 13 2022