At It Again By StormTheArsonist ...
• Written by StormTheArsonist • Featuring Neo-Arno
Infinity Pens is Here...................that's right, we're at it again!!!
0:11 StormTheArsonist Verse:
We're at it again, partying up at the Radisson/
Mad again, rappers are dressing up like manikins.../
these rappers today are nothing but shenanigans/
getting tossed like napkins what the fuck is happening?/
I got brave souls coming at me with days old scriptures/
rehearsed for pictures, with no flame, so it stays cold /
Ill get cha, with their pants saggin with nothing to hold/
going against rappers who are shriveled and old as mold/
trying to stay in control and uphold their throne, yet fold/
it's a disaster, growing up, these guys were masters/
they just need to retire and make room for new gangsters/
real rappers, not these mumbling fools, wasted molecules/
climbing up these ladders, what have we evolved too?/
dissolved crews, wearing pink shoes, claiming their badder/
like it matters, while this industry turns to laughter/
i rather gather all the real rappers, fuck manners/.
nothing but actors, fuck these rappers with small bladders,/
about cheddar and the chatter, spreading like cancer/
asking for battles then run when their call is answered/
due to being above their standards, taking it ass-wards/
avoiding the hazard, like their winning streak shattered/
bones scattered, while we beat the fuck out of you bastards/
and maybe then you bitches can unravel what i've mastered/
sharp like a dagger peace i'm out till the next chapter/
if you didn't get it, rewind it or play it backwards/
Neo-Arno Verse:
Infinity pens instinctively avenge
rigidity bends when I rhythmically extend
Better put respect on my lyrical finesse
'Fore I gut your men beyond physical filets
Let me introduce ya, the defeater of these losers
Give me the Beefeater I just need to loosen
Uniting with the Storm clouds hitting like the bong
Invited by the Storm I'm SPITTING ON THIS SONG
Y'all make me wanna click pow and make another trick bow
Call me on the line and watch your AID brother hit crowds
You been LOUD I been 'ROUSED, let's pull an 8 mile
But when I spit the snake bile you gon be a waste pile
If you are a hoe and wanna duck for me, couldn't fuck with me,
COME spit, on my mic, it's earnestly absurdity
You made your first rap, about a cash app
I made my first rap, about a purse snatch
I might be tackling bills but I'm not lacking skills
While You pop happy pills I pop language drills
I'm tired of this industry and the fake imagery
Collide with my infantry and watch me shake lyrically
When I'm dropping LEAN you be popping lean, so I'm plotting schemes,
to be mopping clean, with your SOFTENED team
Close doors but open windows, still your raps ass
I'm about to break ya vision, like a bad glass
StormTheArsonist Instant Verse :
Mics past, infinity pens held with that tight grasp/
verses ripe fast, that's why i laugh with that fight stance/
taken competitors by the mass and I'd dance/
Mad cause they thought they choose the right path, I cast,/
with metaphors, there's no remorse with these open doors/
A lyrical source blows hinges off walls, echos through halls/
i 2 step up the steps holding my balls, swinging with force/
im treating these bitches like whores, ready for war, cause im bored/
crucifying your boss, takin no loss, up high on my horse/
leaving the porsche, parked by the porch to throw you off course/
these bitches are soft, and need their asses cleansed/
give em another loss and put this bigotry to a end/
they can individually bend as we lyrically end,/
brilliantly blend the ELECTRICITY within/
when we reunite, it ignites our "Infinity Pens"............../
whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa??.........LOL READ IT AGAIN!
Neo-Arno and StormTheArsonist!! HA......HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA......
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StormTheArsonist
Member since October 14 2018