Labels (Feat. Coindrop)

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//Coindrop:
As I load up my brainstorm, and kiss my sunshine,
I fold her in my cloud then go for one drive,
My spaceship's very scary and once I lift off,
I hope you shit your pants and then get pissed off;
If I breakdown, I just shock up my car cables,
Sow up an Earthquake crack and suck up the tornadoes,
Started reading the Bible as I was frying in Hell,
Drank some acid and my stomach digested itself;
I'm a ghost in the fog, and the holes in your bars,
They have no reception, so we couldn't connect with them,
I'll make light kick your ass, and you'll just fear dark,
Eyes are windows to soul, can't see my clear thoughts;
Make vaccines get diseases, cuz I'm so sickened now
I have so much power, but I'm never tripping out,
I'm doing this without a brain, can't beef with beginners,
But with your subs taking shots at me, watch me get triggered;
//HotShitSpitter:
You wanna buy my ability with a bill, it seems
But my skill is worth more than even mills of these
I achieve tranquility when attack ya with a pen
My flow's eternal, now watch this master kill again
Terms describing my raps is heat and energy
With tracks I please you but it's you that's begging me
I produce new, eloquent rap melodies
Constantly give 'em words like a spelling bee
I see everybody snickers when I spit a bar that's nuts
Excel 'cause my lines with the hardest punch
Lyrical animal, hammer as you start to fold
I'll hit your reproductive organs with the arsenal
You'll sink in the disses I dish out, you washed up
I lock fucks in cages, get their esophagus cut
Watch your dawg's body rot while I keep you on a leash
Real ones bow down 'cause I'm in need of folding G's
Spice it up when assault, every season
When I spit a verse, I see more sanity leaving
From the brain, my mental becoming more and more damaged
The devilish representative of raps that make foes vanish
Cold manners on the mic that both hands is holding tight
I still own mind blowing poems no man can analyze
My verbal weaponry causing terrorism
The way I make shit split can be compared to prism
My pen is always to my personal service
My rhymes just too deep like you hurting the cervix
Will smithereen up anybody, get a lot of men in black
They always gather, just to watch this villain rap

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HotShitSpitter
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