Tap Out feat. Lord Omega

Better than we ever been we back now

Got your girl at the crib blow her back out

Tell the squad that smoking out the fat cows

We want all the beef, we’ll make you fucking rappers tap out

 

Roane

Bring the corpses in, I could turn you all into orphaned kids

I’m sonning all these rappers with bars so hot they be scorching men

Pull up on yo block, you won’t see me later, no porky pig

I promise you won’t feel any pain though, like when the morphine hits

Steady tryna change who you are like a metamorphosis

But will won’t conquer skill, no matter how much you work for it

Godly with my lyrics, and heavenly with my force to win

Cuz even when I die, my flow is fitna be born again

Ugh

Y’all been out here tryna flip a mixtape

Im just here to flip ya mistakes

I put the pen to the pad, twitter fingers into my past

Smoking beef amongst you females, I don’t miss steaks

I been a legend the moment I came outta my mamma’s womb

All these people think they dope, but steady snackin on shrooms

Teach the money in my closet to fill up the whole room

I be moving water weight like my name was Avatar Roku

Oh you?

Thinking you fly?

Well fam that been a lie

Moving up don’t mean that you’ve grabbed a seat way up in the sky

Levels to this game, and I’m never losing a life

Cuz while you playin with your heat? I’ll be on my 6 9

Testify

I got people in places that got my back for life

Real recognize that the fakers only appear at night

Slide into yo avenue think I’m eager to fight

But nah my squad’ll make you tap out, I’m just here for your wife

 

Better than we ever been we back now

Got your girl at the crib blow her back out

Tell the squad that smoking out the fat cows

We want all the beef, we’ll make you fucking rappers tap out

 

Tap out

Tap Out

 

Osiris:

 

Since grade 6 my psychologist called me problem

bumping PAC my Icon height prominence drive to off em,

hawk your squad on some (drone) weapons,

the terror plot is drop all of u AK-bars ill pipe bomb the whole premises

 

Rappers all in their bubbles in Aero fashion

Pharoah been a Jack of all trades and I roll with my Velcro faction

You pussies got bones to hide on some Carole Baskin, marrow tactics,

selective targets my arrow stab through a narrow passage,

 

Tarot flashin peep they future all in the cards

(mask/off) (last/terror) that you seeing the man in charge

avatar I'm just gliding thru, dare you try my moves,

have to work twice as hard in a crunch like assignments due

 

So tell me who next to die you get little buzz I electrify,

think we eye to eye, crop my field, move these pest aside

Slaughter all lists I'm thinking less than 5

Flatline a beat, scoop a pulse and whatever is left inside

 

Got your fans looking up like a text and drive,

separate sever cerebellum of several heads in sets of rhymes,

Roane and I, brewing stew in the kitchen

quit moving and twitching

seal the lid on these rappers crabs in a barrel drag these fools I'm a grooming sadistic

 

Well ok, try my riddles then!

fee fo fy what kind of freak is I when off my Ritalin??!

Ohh I get ticklish!

neural signals bright it light my filaments

I'm a missile armed with Nitroglycerine, psycho might blow sizzling

 

you Bitch nigga down to name if not then Synonym

Gargamel making goo blueish hues of all you little men

or red whatev-bitch stop your bickering

*cough*

Huff a puff on you snakes that's Drako Slytherin you children "doubt" my "fire" I might go "sitter" then rahh!