Future G.O.A.T
• Written by Spartacus
Spartacus's Notes
I recorded this song to the beat but garage brand crashed and I did not have enough time to redo it. Anyway I figured i might as well just to this instead, enjoy.
dont know, dont know why i even fucking try
my moto moto moto do before you die
so dope so dope dont even got to a lie
get yo get you get yo ass off this mic
don't choke don't choke you failed, now say goodbye
now listen closely as I fortune tell my future life
now this is mostly about torching up this fucking mic
my business with dope mcs, sorting out my distant strifes
im totin lyrical m16s taking portions till you die
boast till my head explodes, goes over to kayne
leader of arrogance, but now his image is compromised
bleeds himself dry so much for bribes
oh well, it's a free country, right?
back to me, showin my crack so yo can kiss my ass
come up on yo back then then attack
when asked ill just say you fell
must be my stealth
don't leave a trail
don't try and leave or i'll rip of this fucking viel
unleash this beast that dwells beneath my reach on on top my shell
if you can't tell
i'm a demon hell bent and on taking up this mantel
centiouple team me its still impossible
imma keeping my promise I will not fail
fuck being decent and honest imma bring em hell
so much determination, dont even know the word termination
just complacent, I can burn a mic even when i'm wasted
right now in the basement not doin equaiton
creatin music, if aint the truest my name aint mason
till its perfection, so good I learn to make it
like a student getting his maykit
graduation isn't the only thing to celebrate shit
I elevate a glass, make my major rap
my mellon aint for math, chemistry or felonies
i ain't asking i'm telling ye
im trailing these artist blowin up but I aint goin be clover luck
one hit wonder go platinum once, have a fall out, and never recover
faggots go ariel. silent
bury you in strikes like im simon
so lyrical no one can match the height that i'm flying
barley trying while i go dimond then retire
dont know, dont know why i even fucking try
my moto moto moto do before you die
so dope so dope dont even got to a lie
get yo get you get yo ass off this mic
dont choke don't choke you failed, now say goodbye
Nowhere yet but don't fret no regrets
place yo bets instead of bed i choose this
in case you forget, too much booze and slap a bitch
no bigot, just think that white privilege just don't exist
in the sense that it's being racist
if will smith doesn't get nominated for concussion
leo's been at it since he was a kid in the titanic
he's an addict for acting, napping in animal stiffs
practised it, mastered it putting his health at risk
and when he did win he talked about climate shift
I'm possessed, sick, exorcist type shit in this bitch
Watching heads spin while i spit, freeze in the moment
but it lands on tails, bullet shell now line the pavement
pullin 12s, play that chell, i'm straight outta that place called hell
got to go, on a roll, so peace out
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Spartacus
Member since November 15 2014