Chinese Checkers prod. Anabolic ...
• Written by HotShitSpitter
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Lyrics:
I get lit and rid of ya like your iris blackening
I speak excessively like I'm hyperactive
You are T-R-ash, I'll get the rival's track ripped
I ain't being nice, but I'm that kind to rap shit
With passion, I'm passing my past L's to y'all
I'm cray and I'll smash a rat with a TEC to draw
Should protect your all from these spectacular rhymes
Always 'lone to some degree, like a bachelor, right?
I'm a master, don't associatewith wack lyrics
Need a doctor 'cause you see sick rhymes when cap's steering
You facing down like a catholic forehead is
I shift and control minds like capital letters
Got the keys to this rap game, there's no escape
I delete you like a tab while floating in space
Provoking my flow get you whole in a brace
You heard a shut, means I'm closing the case
You make the basic, I make the bass sick, I'm basically better
Pledge allegiance to hip-hop, lead your legions to death, I
Make yo mans make amends for wasting my time
Think you bringing the light? It got me raising my eyes
Give it a hundred percent, like ten thousand rhymes a buck
I be buzzing and it causing rap hivemind to bug
I don't care if you got moldy or brand new shit
'Cause you'll lose, battling the signed manuscripts
I'm making foxes disappear with no machine guns
You in the industry you know my heat runs
You ending in the street, smoked like Indo weed
I'm releasing poison into your mind in your dreams
And now the only thing you ain't getting's a cure
You get insecure when see my pen's a beast
Being credible when say I be incredible
Your soul synthetical if you don't think sin thetical
Ain't nobody greater 'cause I'm a grinder
The word divine define the fine rhymes of mine
My advice is: add vices that's mine and yours
And then you realize that you need to grind some more
I want beef, not swine or pork, I just briefly rhyme my thoughts
You lie where lions walk, I dine with dinosaurs
A dime with diamond clothes don't shine as bright as me
With no marijuana, I'm high as pilots be
Rockstars get rocked, popstars get popped
I'm a rapstar, rap's tarnished when I start to jot
Never overkill, but kill five dudes if four play
Raps meant to get you excited like you do with foreplay
Give me a beat, I'll swallow the percussion, not a perc
My raps is Prada perfume, if I spot a turd
I'll kill on Spotify or on the spot if I want to
I listen to LL, that's a modified W
Word describing rhymes in my raps would be abundance
Hundred volumes of tracks, the volume should be at hundred
I made ya major label disintegrate
What happened to your cash? Can't spend this in the grave
Like to think of my life as chinese checkers
My hands is {red] as I write these letters
I paint the faces of my foes {yellow}
My {black} ink play them like an old cello
He booed at me once, now he's a {white} ghost
He flew to the {blue} sky, got freaked by my flows
Don't care how much {green} for it, it's a piece of art
That's why when I'm looked at, you see a {star}
