Killah Hills 10304 (Feat. Neo-Arno)
• Written by HotShitSpitter • Featuring Neo-Arno
//Neo-Arno:
Liquor and pills leave your liver drilled
In these killer fields, it's a ripple with every spill
Got the stamp of approval liberty sealed
No more 'kill to live' cause I live to kill
Lyrical swords pop out my back by instinct alone
Y'all a cut below average while I drink from the bone
We even speak words that linguists less prone
Last time they declared war my spit filled shell holes
My verse contains bars like the criminal code
I'm LEGolas shooting warriors in the tibia bone
Divine rhyme schemes mo' accurate than sniper beams
Rappers think they're fly and get swept by my Flighter Fleet
Got tricks buried deep in my diver sleeve
We be living the vision, y'all the type to dream
The God MC, yo Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em
We lost techniques and what "Was Written"
Like ancient fasting it happened intermittent
Any other practice so now rapping is a mission
Travelling through times with a broken transmission
Talking to these minds hoping that they listen
Our type's not liked cause the devilish fear it
But I'ma keep yapping till the aliens hear me
Your minimum skill cannot be compensated with precision drills, The Ezekian Wheel
It will have you sweating like a swimming treadmill
Y'all better start to analyze what ancient citizens built
//HotShitSpitter:
Yo, with the pen and a pad, I'm willing to kill
Came to avenge this rap game, on some marvelous shit
Finna bite him like a spider, all the artists I uplift
Must rip this shit quick, twist syllables like a dutch
I might just walk up to this miracle mic and bust
Jig is up like Hova ain't asleep anymore
I pick up your body and sweep the very floor
Meet the Lord of rap music as an artistry
I splurt out words that permanently scar these freaks
Alert you to deadly, sophisticated, slick bars
I'm suprised your shit has made it this far
With the crap you rap about, 'cause it's purely trash
I paint more detailed pictures than a movie has
This master bait you jack-offs to come to grips of my hands
It's close to Vietnam like a visit in Thailand
My rigid styles is ridiculously hectic
You are not first, so you got ejected
Playing y'all like bows, all I see is violence
Without me, the truth you can't see like an eye and lens
Only in peace when I spit like a MAC-10
I don't mack 10's, I'm strictly mic attracted
My hands are dirty like I got hundred fifty fingers
Me in the booth announces the come of filthy lyrics
Got a plethora of rhymes that can fuck up the world order
Leave many casualties like the attack on Pearl Harbor
Be like a Samurai and injure, you'll end up parted
Like the land of Japan, I'm not pent up, but the hardest
You got rocked, ain't scratched me, you failed at being Kamikaze
Turning to sushi, I did that to a lot of bodies
This is lyrical Hiroshima or Nagasaki
Me with mics cause a tragedy, no Khadafi
I think differently than these casual spitters
Exterminate verbally, I'm a natural born killer
I'll let a complicated bar rock like Obama
You don't wanna compete, I'm the rhyme Osama
Stacks and piles of dollars can't buy my knowledge 'bout the craft
One of the most skilled hands down like five hours and a half
The sour blast of mine forced your fam to pick a grave
This man dreams to stampede every MC in the way
Claim you the king of the jungle, but we know you lying
No Tyga, but the taste of my raps is blowing writers
Horrifyingly quick to bust a trash spitter's brain
I ain't never left, but I'm still back with a bang
I deliver perfect verses, you just deliver failure
Never wanted evil Kanye, but can I get a "hell yeah"?
The intensive eargasm makes you explode from pleasure
You'll blow like the wind on the coldest weather
I know your blood scarlet, saw it when I cut your hands, son
Leave you broke and broken, you busted and you can't come
Near me, it's clear that you'll get served if you betray
No uzi, I'll let a verse consume these lames
Transmitting ambition through ink or lead
My moves swift and silent, so if you blink, you're dead
You just want more sess, I'm the Christ of spitters
Rhymes as bright as all the stars, they cut you like a scissor
Bars as dangerous as blowing bombs up in trains
Hijacking and crashing a motherfucking plane
As immoral as choosing cash when it's bills or lives
Watch out or that might just become real, alright?
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HotShitSpitter
Member since November 13 2022