the pivot ft. Hotshitspitter & C...
• Written by ANDREAS897436098 • Featuring HotShitSpitter
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Lyrics:
ANDREAS897436098's Notes
first publicly released recorded song
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//Andreas:
flipped it not scripted my instrument is infinite
fueled the fire spewed desire over penmanship
the threads consumed by odor so intricate
flew over the heads of the uninterested
immense lyrics is flowing through my ligaments
my words are like slaves towing the still pyramids
graves growing dirt piled with bars to kill imminence
engulfed in suffering this pilgrimage
trumping offerings of deceiving structure
bleeding rap culture feeding the black vulture
even blind could see how the thoughts sculpture
a vow of mind would be but a stark puncture
put apart atoms vacuums with sharp incisions
past amends coupled with vast visions
commend the attempts doesn't match this friction
distance from some average kitten a savage magician
//Hotshitspitter:
I advance like I'm looking at the brand
I could say I fire flames forever, but I got brighter plans
Being a writer grants you strange abilities
My brain is really reacting faster than the average scientist's
Like rain in the Middle East, my ideas ain't common
And I ain't Common, 'cause I was never shy
Once I stepped inside this musical genre
I knew that I'd be doing this properly
Can't be knocking me like the hustle
Treat every punchline like a puzzle with a couple of pieces
Only when the picture completed, all my sisters and brothers can see it
I don't fuck with the reaches, only reaching for a pen or mic
If you live a trife life, have you tried to spit a rhyme?
It can help with expression, it's a weapon in my eyes
Ain't no setting shit aside, I'm setting up upsetting sentences
Independent but depending on the pen like felons is
I chef the shit, spice the beef up, no Peppa Pig
I don't do this for the rep and clicks, I ain't even repping cliques
I just try to make the best of it and send 'em messages
You live a lavish life? I've written raps that rise
Over the satellites and get your asses sniped
If my tracks was a fabric, I'd make clothes fly
I'm throwing a fit, I want a brawl like the thing that's holding up tits
Think you cold enough? Shit, you can never have me frozen
These rhymes contradictive, I call 'em blood-crips
They like pot, addictive, they revolting, just sick
No revolver, but when I bust, you better duck quick
Like you broke up two years ago, my raps all over ya, bitch
//C4ught:
had to spin up on em so i hit a lil pivot
had to turn it back and drop the racks
cause that’s the life i’m living
yes i fucked yo bish and i’m sorry
if y’all splitting
so just sit back and grab some snacks
or i’ll make you relive it
they call me the menace who lives just down the block
all these bitches want me like i was a fuckin jock
yea i fucked this one bitch who looked just like Betty Crocker
she starting beggin for money so i had to drop her
they say all i care about it the money and the fame
obviously that just proves they cannot look both ways
i ain’t finna lie cause i do like getting paid
but iffu want some problems then come on boy and run my fade
unless you wanna back down a be a little coward
cause you know that when you lose you gon be a lil sour
pickin off yo limbs like the pedals of a flower
man you smellin rancid my boy go take a shower
i see the Light
it is very Bright
but i have the Might
so i’m finna Write
is it day or Night
ima fly a Kite
am i wrong or Right
that is Quite a Sight
so i’m gonna Fight
and never take Flight
don’t care bout my Height
sippin on some Sprite
that pussy mad Tight
i want it Tonight
its such a Delight
i could be yo Knight
iffu take a Bite
tryna be polite
it is such a fright
not living in spite
i’m keepin it lite
she wanting my pipe
sippin on a pint
