PASTA!
• Written by NICOXCX
NICOXCX's Notes
-prod. sadcg x KXVI - Keep up with the song
INTRO-
First Verse: 4s
SECOND PART-
First Verse: 29s
Second Verse: 45s
Third Verse: 1min
Fourth Verse: 1min16
THIRD PART-
First Verse: 1min40
Second Verse: 2min
Third Verse: 2min31
Fourth Verse: 2min51
//INTRO//
O' World forgive me, for I have been,
And still to this very day, a sinner
Erase the errors, clean the blood, me, so keen
Tell me more, I yearn for spiritual freedom for a life that's righter
What' you crave for? The mode of the feud,
To earn your marks by staining other's, a few writers
All the same, one big coalition, hidden on one tied web
See, your lyrical situation is a fun little attraction, one step
You and I can both rap with 'Ion' I give you and I my props, one rep
After another, questions after answers I see why they think you a bop
Geez, wait, yo man I got somethin' for you
//SECOND PART//
Ay, Ay, Ay,
B-B-Business put you on it
R-R-Rap show you how to do it (huh)
I can word my strife, impersonate this life
M-M-Mo' money mo' success ain't shit different
Udon double back on that C.R.E.A.M make that call
Your last PS later sooner copy paste my spice's to commit to your fall (sup!)
Don't take it 2D it's all about milking that shit gotta be no lactose intolerant
C plus V, in silence sip my soda watch you cry over any fee-fee
It's no one can tell me bout no way to rap bout that crap, huh
On crack you say gagging pushing oldies and givin' map, listen
Fuck everybody, huh that's on my body (he's heating up!)
Fuck sneak dissing
Dickheads thinking they cooking, hitch confidence but it's no tiramisu, huh
Already dead he may play it scred but he scared of my rhyme choppa, huh
Cross one shitty artist off the list ain't that my issue (hit the-)
Blood on the ink but I been writing fucking carbonara (hit the floor)
Triple-double on that trouble this can get deep with that crew, fah
1, 2, 3, dribble back get that sauce you wanna make a bet?(ay)
Sleepin on me belt that my dialogues not your matress, yuh
Think you can take my stray man the D's not gon assure your stay, like
Grab a leaf, turn a fella guts into spaghettis, like
Miniature as shrimp the dif's so no-low I'll make that alfredo, like
Guess Gen's X-Rated the game's gushin' out to ignorance is bliss,
Set it off, I'm what they feelin 'feelin' as in not your what eh? Ego, huh
So-called 'Good Rap' tryna force it down my rigatte, pesto, huh
T-T-The most hated green n' already dead, homie who without a staff, ay--
Pom-Pom-Pom- the GG to your geez that's all private clientele, (yeah!)
Say twin, tried not to make the OK an AK but your ideas ain't my fav, ay--
L-L-Like NAV tryna find some way dissed it all tangled like tagliatelle, huh
Doot-Doot-Doot L on L rap bout guns but he won't bare that lyrical bullet
S'&'M wrong person wrong content, man I make art like ballet (shit!)
//THIRD PART//
That's XXX but reading that all my ions tryna ZZZ, like
Who ballin' better than me, who harder than me (shit--)
Callin' your shit rap, man might even call porno true cinema
Yall miso-slurping really gotta tongue bout gyoza? (damn--)
I'm rhyming and I'm cooking so fuck your dictionnary (come on!)
Some on some GPT chat bout D and K but they nerdy as D'n'D
Ain't thinkin' corny I'm more mass macaroni execution oriented (set it!)
Who's me for sure not some G I'm a chef I'll make that dish track sacred
Tryna make 'Good ass music' listenin' to ye still prayin' he's no nazi
Motherfucker tryna get that 'Good ass job' keepin' his pop-star on the flee
Yeah, yeah, yeah gnochii on that JPEG like that one musico speck bro,
The 200's lil dreg whoa all I see's rolling heads like bowling bro,
Strike that photo all his music the source to my public PNG though
Gotta thank that fake mafia I'll lyricize that ASAP after things get rocky
Fuck it, I'll raviolicize that agenda gotta ANTI that past line gotta thank RIRI
Diculous flow on that poke man let em inhale the exhaust, RICEY
M-M-Many pieces of okay-doke sake topic rest of da red on my vante
Revolutionize el rest del lens like parmesan on the penne,
Please excuse my espanol maybe in italian I can show you my most
Wearin' gucci like versace a lie or two the cost is your worded sashay
Actin' like they gettin' all mamacitas, shit's to mamma mia at
So fresh so clean them gotta think 3K talk never fall flat (okay!)
Truth is your pen is kinda weak it's to farfalle away for,
A whole other vocabulary, try and tell me something I ain't know before
That you'd dedicate a whole catalogue to the opposite G and sex
With a fork dissectin' that bit of a faker folk the pros is you know your 'ions'
The cons is you may find a bit weirdy the reason to these checks
Like all that phone-talk really what are these teen complexions?
On the street passin' that 'no-homo' problemo like he no homophobic bro,
Quite frankly, that's one loud perfomance for such a quiet moron bro,
So-called hitmaker so-said goat but he silenter than any underground,
Down to that rotten yolk number to even dumber lyrics
Motherfucker tryna do no wack now but how can he he hides in gimmicks,
Geezy who you foolin', think anyone boilin' with that sound?
Man I don't give a fuck bout yall's ego
I'm that motherfuckin' guy n' I'm that bitch
X-C-X like that NICO's flow boutta turn sumo
Gon assure that death grip cause 25' this that year of the snitch
How's bout a check balance next wanna see me do abracadabra, shit
A bit of convo's for the promo n' the hurrah's worth a bit of lasagna,
Your catalogue, razzy worthy little issue
So note my words, ratatouille cause
The ramsay of that community, knifin' down any MVP lingueni comin' at me
What'd you really value, art's what shoulda woulda coulda
Might've been good cooking but here's an issue
He flocka'd that rap a lil too pasta,
Fuck
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NICOXCX
Member since November 22 2024