Hatorade by StormTheArsonist ft ...

StormTheArsonist verse -

 

Fuck a hater and those who think they can write on paper

talk shit and never rise but think their in leagues with the majors

When their nothing but failures claiming their legend without flavor

With one digit props embarrassing feedbacks yet claiming their greater!

Save the bullshit for later, your asses are all in danger

 

where no one can save ya with that Brooklyn, Puerto Rican behavior!

The Storm Is blessed by Nature, digging deep like razors

swift like lasers, playa! Ya fuckin with the ultimate creator!

Do yourself a favor... Admit Storm has change the game for you fakers

 

Eliminating the fiction to what you cater with followers who are made up

Fuck ya, now wait up.... You know who you are! Your numbers ain't up!

Instead ya getting ate up without any bars meaning you cant hold the weight up!

By far I got ya beat, mines are way up, in fact once they are they STAY UP!

 

Bitch!, I remain focused on the lay up, You want some? Than raise up!

I'm not here for beef but say what? You ain't serving anyone! WAKE UP!

The Storm earned his stripes while yours a faked up, yours are like make up!

Removable, while my raps rake up the attention, break up the tension

 

take up any section, wipe my ass with ya making you reusable!

"Armageddon!"....I'll take two of you and get em'.....

Anything to get through to you by putting the lead in for pretending!

Funny how you claim your legend, when your stats are sending a different impression!

 

 

IshTALKER verse -

 

Shout out to Storm, prayers and blessings for a quick mending

Storm's never dry up.... There impending

When the lights shine brightest haters slide to the three point line like Wemby

I punish the paint Frank Castle Punisher aim, revenge on my enemies

One batch, two batch, penny and dimes... Kang, the man who controls time

Stacked pallets of cash and invented your rhymes... Stans paroled outside

Fans patrolling the line, haters asking for an invite, I make'em wait... I'm already inside

Fill in the punchline, your girl my bitch... Suicide you a Twitch

The only job not to fumble the bag, haters live and die trying to set up some traps

We on some Darth Vader shit slice off your hand, reveal I'm your Dad

Storm and Ish wolves travel in packs, every time we drop there's an anvil on tap

Every line attacks offensive line react stiff arm hate mongers off the catch

One batch, two batch, haters ask how I do dat... Poppin whiskey bottles the career path

Smooth criminals don't care who's bad, killer instinct the motto of true rap

Naysayers remodel the syntax the thriller that follows leave haters short staffed

Storm and Ish known to court Death, fly suits & shiny shoes we corporate

Calling shots from the boardroom that obliterate underground coordinates

Pound for pound we born for this, we never have to attempt to stay pertinent

Haters don't quit they lay dormant, endgame stay the same by end of days they forfeit

 

 

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