Renegade by StormTheArsonist ft ...

Stormthearsonist verse -

 

Storm is a master at this craft if you asked anyone whom past.

its really simple math if you've taken my path and thrown lines I've cast

To lure in a class of pros who were willing to take that chance

Blow for blow, and dance toe to toe but couldn't last under the circumstance

Against the ultimate flow cause the blast unfolds as it explodes fast

We can go and I'll smash any foes whom wants my foot up their ass

Just take it slow as we clash like a ho or a trans dancing on poles

For that cash on the low shaking what they have. Its time to let go....

Of your stance, Storm exposed what you had, its sad cause you didn't know

You were bad. And put on a show, grasping for draws during combat,

Selling your soul and went mad begging for scraps, left in the cold.

Or your old or perhaps you acted to bold with the scroll and collapsed ?

its told your dropping loads in your pants. While your shit and balls have a romance

With that pose like your in a trance froze on a rant. Thinking you can take on Storm but you can't.

It's no Biggie, your dead wrong thinking you were strong like Adam ant.

And should have stood where you belonged like transplants and left me alone

But now the chromes in a slant and your heads blown, that's that! Let it be known

As the scripts chant, with pens or microphones you'll fall flat taken me on your own

Laid you on placks, now its too late to change tones cause after this track

And two slugs for your dome, I've sent you home with your head detached.....

 

CSL verse -

 

It’s like lately I been feeling like I’m above the law

Pair of legal/paralegal straps on me when I dump em all

So don’t get involved I’m killing off his kin til his sins have been absolved

The pens ink dissolves and blood spills the murder is never getting solved

They tried to read me my rights, I told em read between the bars

Got a sentence for every word, but the warrant gets withdrawn

A King, I’m steady going for the gold, rest of y'all shoot for bronze/Bron’s

You tryna check the king but can’t make a move without your pawns

Let’s keep it real, Bishop the Don, they tryna Nipsey/Nip C’ but can’t keep up in the marathon

I’m miles ahead, they running out of breath just tryna carry on

Like luggage check, got too much baggage but barely break a sweat

When I slit your favorite rappers neck and watch the blood spread

I’m already asking what’s next, who wanna come step

You couldn’t lift half my bars if you was repping out your best

I don't count the competition, I just count another set

Whether it’s media or lifting weights, I never fear the press

 

 

Trill verse -

 

My style differs, you might got bars, but i can erect pillars

You might not like the taste, because my shit lacks the filler

Im The last avenger the juggernaut smashing niggas

Fast with the trigger, your ass won’t make it past December

Nigga Pass the embers, so I can make me a ring of fire

Put me in the middle of that bitch, then you can start the fucking cypher

Never been a driver, since a kid, I’ve been an assassin for hire

Im My own boss, no man can ever say that I’ve been hired

A renegade, you rappers been afraid, I’ve been engaged

My name been engraved, onside of temples that the Mayans made.

They sculpt my head from stone, then they add a lions mane

You gotta be a God King to even understand my mind frame

Im Sitting above the clouds, just watching how the times changed

Watching these rappers turn zesty, it’s a damn crying shame

I changed the game, switched the beats now they in my lane

Im a storm of flames spinning on shit like a hurricane.

 

 

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