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0:22 StormTheArsonist verse begins
 
StormTheArsonist Verse:
 
Who's changing the temperature in the air before he goes up?
walking around with his nose up, comes out of no where and blows up,
i'm dropping so much shit out my ass it'll make ya throw up. hold up.
who's been talking, but now their back walking and failed to show up
Infamous villain, on the scene chillin', making the green willin'
to rap with the veterans on the scene and go for the killin'
my name has risen due to my radical decisions given
weather its fact or fiction, i got something that'll make em listen
once read, it becomes a addiction, but with different symptoms
far from battler but have a short list of victims, their forgiven
as their all left there laying in defeat without their Intestines
style's one in a million, driven to drop untouchable written's
my demeanor's different, the flow remains gifted, uplifting
i couldn't care less about yours or anyone else's opinion
its my decision to rev up this engine according to my vision
musics my religion, every beats with a new style that's risen
im a lyrical weapon getting veterans feeling threaten
my flows poisonous like venom while styles boost in momentum
thats why haters talk shit but i let them, cause most are just freshmen
droppin shit, while I cant stop hot shit from pouring out my rectum
 
 
 
Kaze Verse:
 
All it takes is one line to make these motherfuckers pass out into holy light
I got an evil appetite, cannibalistic lyrics of mine appear at the cold midnight
Its like your paralyzed and satisfied at the every same time
Your brains exploding like a dynamite when this shit drops its like a knife
Going right through Your heart, don't act surprised you little parasites
Feel the vibe when this shit strikes, arsonist and kaze
Taking your souls and diggin' for your bodies some holes
They all choke cuz their throats froze they stand speechless
Like hoes with every quote I spoke, try to call us out you may get
A diss inside a fucking envelope, they call themselves stars but I can't still see
Them even when using a telescope, fuck em' we started this little shit
Public enemies still getting your bitches to get down on their knees
Got these niggaz jumping from trees like monkeys, when the beat drops
Its like an abusive father giving a belt beating, we unleashing the hounds of Justice
The other rappers are just siblings in our eyes just our kids, I should have kept them
Inside the condom now they spreading like a fucking disease
So don't step up to these you hillbillies or you may witness a giveaway of
Numerous of fatalities
 
 
 
 
PsychoPuppet Verse:
 
The puppet been havin a hard life bein the greatest rapper of all time
Props and feedback I always see that so for all the fame I guess that was the harsh price
The essence that is me is golden my biggest fans, they call themselves the “ad-libs,” say that I’m the best MC
My manager told me “I ain’t ya manager, I’m just ya therapist” he’s just a hater filled with jealousy
I ain’t even gotta rap producers bow down when I so much as speak in the booth
My feet are infused with red carpet roll up covered in the drip from that leak in the roof
All the bitches say I’m egotistical which I’m sure really just means “he’s so lyrical”
I piss my autograph into people’s corn flakes and they thank me before they eat the cereal
Arrive at the venue at midnight and rock the crowd I’m always late for rappin rhymes
With the pen I’m the dopest when MCs forget their devotion I confiscate their braggin rights
Ask Storm and Kaze I’m savage with it everybody else is a drag like Paul O’Grady
These stupid labels always want me to commit to contacts I hit em with an honest “maybe”
Pour champagne on the stage built for me fuck walkin on water I’m the most holy
Ride with the team in a limousine and only play my own bangers in the car, no oldies!
How lucky they are to know me and have the privilege of my blessings in their ears
The Pi mixtape was a masterpiece just hearin it brought grown men to tears
You may have been rappin for several years but ya career is endin here I was destined for greatness
Put pencils to pages and start collectin the wages my philosophy is that I’m the best of all sages
I’m the rap god givin y’all these verses I sent as gifts
Y’all ain’t shit bow down to the most humble person that ever lived

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