Tap Out feat. Lord Omega

• Written by  • Featuring 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!

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Roane
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