(Interlude) (repeated) Suttin nasty is brewing. (Hook) (.34) The lyrical shots, Form the lyrical glocks, Looking to make a scene, Look at the *boom* Look at the emcees, Running away from me. Bruddas are damned, Bruddas get Md off, Looking to play with me. Look at the lyrical glock, Jeez, Looking to make a scene. The lyrical shots, Form the lyrical glocks, Looking to make a scene, Look at the *boom* Look at the emcees, Running away from me. Bruddas are damned, Bruddas get Md off, Looking to play with me. Look at the lyrical glock, Jeez, Looking to make a scene. (Verse 1) (.59) Put your man to sleep, I don’t kid napping, Did damage cause the lyrical stick clapping. Wig slap him to a whole nother bitch planet. Keep your mouthed zipped up, little big planet. I did pack him in a big package, That’s what you get when you go around lip smacking. When i bring mazzas emcees dip hazards. Shit happens, Come like you quit famons. When Im hat tanning turn you into max branin. The Bars op like a fax scanning. Leave you cross from the start no hash tagging. Karma put you in its zone no black flagging. Skinny brudda and I rap famished, Lyrical Burners are Detergent so make your chat vanish. Chap challenge. Try not to lack lacking. Or I may hit the spot like a Back cracking. I keep the plug on my line like a clean garm, On a bean rah, pinging but I seem calm. Leave a rapper wit a ski mask deep, far down with a spin jaw, that’s an emcee mark. Chat like you in a whipping a class, You ain’t in the b class, Milly wit the c sauce, be fast, Wanna beef me, but don’t beef hard. Rhyme star bine blast marks on a g star. Honest, I keep the trees like a forest. Emcees gassed yet they spit like Adonis. 20 years older, you weren’t made for this. (Hook) (.34) The lyrical shots, Form the lyrical glocks, Looking to make a scene, Look at the *boom* Look at the emcees, Running away from me. Bruddas are damned, Bruddas get Md off, Looking to play with me. Look at the lyrical glock, Jeez, Looking to make a scene. The lyrical shots, Form the lyrical glocks, Looking to make a scene, Look at the *boom* Look at the emcees, Running away from me. Bruddas are damned, Bruddas get Md off, Looking to play with me. Look at the lyrical glock, Jeez, Looking to make a scene. (Interlude) (repeated) Suttin nasty is brewing. (Verse 2) The nastiness that I’m brewing, Has got emcees boiling the beef, They be stewing. Yet they more like Stewart little, G I’m made of beef, Lyrically be mooing. Discussing best emcees, Mill$ gotta top 3, my g, that’s a shoe in. Putting mud on your rug, Matt, Your rug ratts, Lyrical slugs clap and glue them. The gloccing take a tic of time to finally decease him see his, Head going luffy still you stay One peice, see the nastiest meets him. Greets him then He beats it. Hellish glocks, reddish dots, pizza how I Grease it. Man are meat feasting, milly meatball Mariana. Rip off your Tatty armour from the spray the rapping garners. Happily harm ya when i bar ya just remove the charger. The microphone my Brutish partner I just boot the bastard. Scooch a vet to the side, and ask are you the master. Well nah you looking at him. Mill$, go and do the dance en. Hear the Gooonies Marching. You a sloth, slaking. With them truant barses The lyrical glocc, Pop pop, Donnies’ll move apart n shit, Vrm vrm, boom, Manoeuvre cars.
Serpentine Usurp your team I be getting deep As Imogen Heap No emoji speak, only alpha numeric They clipping wings off of cherubs But don’t nobody wanna hear it They want at your neck, vicious lyrics That’ll send em into hysterics If Hip-Hop is my religion, I’m a cleric Pockets fatter than Eric The one your bitch stare at
They get props without merit They must’ve inherited something Cause they ain’t on nothing The judges must’ve drank Duff by the tub Before they had grub, who wanna catch something? I’m sick and issuing slugs And if you end up on life support, you’re getting unplugged Unplugged like MTV But there should be no need once I empty three Who was a thug?
Ich verzelle eu vo minre Welt und Gwalt ide Region Schuldekreis wott use doch de staat er ish en huerensohn will schlussendlich endi monat blibt kei geld meh vo mim lohn 3 affe de bull fregt mich vo ich wohn Er will diskussion doch ich sege im kein ton bin vernetzt versorge mini kunde egal i wellem kanton also chum nöd dri und shieb au kei welle was für hol bi mir ich bin mini eigeni quelle ticke brun, grüen oder ganz beliebt de gäle Han e sehr grossi uswahl du chasch eifach wähle blibe nöd stah nei, besser tuen ich renne ide schwiz chasch ticke doch bim schaffe derfsh nöd fehle
Same day, different shit Professing like Griff with it His feet eclipse the cliff when the spliff is lit Numbers got em number Digits got em losing digits Said little man, midget, don’t fidget iPad kid with all kinds of attachments Got a new gadget, Browning Might review it like Marques Brownlee Crown me king Never on the ropes, moving round the ring
They cuttin' off welfare (all you wanted to be, a soulja like me) They think crime is risin' now (all you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja) You got whites killin' blacks (all you wanted to be, a soulja like me) Cops killin' blacks, and blacks killin' blacks (all you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja) Shit just gon' get worse (all you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja) They just gon' become souljas (all you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja) Straight souljas (all you wanted to be, a soulja like me) All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me Crack done took a part of my family tree My mom is on the shit, my daddy's splittin', mom is steady blamin' me Is it my fault, just cause I'm a young black male? Cops sweat me as if my destiny is makin crack sales Only fifteen and got problems Cops on my tail, so I bail 'til I dodge 'em They finally pull me over and I laugh "Remember Rodney King?" And I blast on his punk ass Now I got a murder case You speak of heaven punk? I never heard of the place Wanted to come up fast, got a Uz' and a black mask Duckin', fuckin' Task, now who's the jack ass? Keep my shit cocked, 'cause the cops got a Glock too What the fuck would you do, drop them or let 'em drop you? I chose droppin' the cop I got me a Glock, and a Glock for the niggas on my block Momma tried to stab me, I moved out Sold a pound a weed, made G's, bought a new house I'm only seventeen, I'm the new kid Got me a crew, bought 'em jewels, and a Uz' thick But all good things don't last Task' came fast, and busted my black ass Coolin in the pen, where the good's kept Now my little brother wants to follow in my footsteps A soulja All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me Buck, buck, niggas get fucked, don't step to this Quiet as kept I'm blessed on a quest with a death wish Tell 'em to come and test, and arrest, nigga it's hectic Here's the anorexic, I'm makin' it to an exit Walkin' through the streets on the black tip Packed with several gats, cause I'm on some "pay 'em back" shit Niggas don't wanna try me, brother you'll get shot down Now I'm king of the block, since my bigger brother's locked down I'm hot now, so many punk police have got shot down Other coppers see me on the block, and they jock now That's what I call a kingpin Send my brother what he needs and some weed up to Sing-Sing Tellin' him just be ready set Pack ya shit up quick, and when I hit, be prepared to jet Niggas from the block on the boat now Every single one got a gun, that'll smoke, pow These punks about to get hit by the best I'm wearin' double vest, so aim at my fuckin chest I'll be makin' straight dome calls Touch the button on the wall, you'll be pickin' up your own balls I can still hear my mother shout "Hit the pig nigga, break your bigger brother out" I got a message for the warden I'm comin' for ya ass, as fast as Flash Gordon We get surrounded in the mess hall, yes y'all A crazy motherfucker makin' death calls Just bring me my brother and we leavin' For every minute you stall, one of y'all bleedin' They brought my brother in a jiffy I took a cop, just in case things got tricky And just as we was walkin' out (bang) I caught a bullet in the head, the screams never left my mouth My brother caught a bullet too I think he gon' pull through, he deserve to The fast life ain't everything they told ya Never get much older, following the tracks of a soulja All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja
I wrote the lyrics to this beat but my Wi-Fi refreshed and now I’m deplete, it’s 1:30am trying to think of different lyrics and different things, to say, so it rolls off my tongue just like rollerblades on a skaters field. Iv never know what happens but I still yield, the knowledge of all the drama that hAs happened over time has got me remembering the time I was a young king, rolling round te street believing I was the top thing at the age of 13 but I was blind to see that snakes only tell lies and believed I was hard until I ran up on a king cobra, Mf stepped me out and put me in my place reminded me I’m a boy round these streets but these, ain’t the shadows I’m use to so I’ll never creep upon you
Mi sveglio fazzu buddellu Sugnu ri novu tuttu fattu ntra stu lettu Sugnu tunnu fusu ra matina picchi a mia piaci l effettu I frati nda panchina fannu a pipa Parlanu ri rispetto Si ti vo fa na storia Chiamo a ma cuscino vincenzu Ci minti un quartu d ora Si ti ammu a sciacquari a cucca Chiamu me frati carmelo ti facemmu magari a duccia ti sta pighiannu nunspaventu Fumu e cucinu pari ca fici si l aberghieru Pi comu fazzu sempi u piattu chiu cauvru e chiu vero
The plan was a success Found a way to ingest Crab rappers, even with a shellfish allergy Everybody selfish, makes it easy to Sell this anarchy Turn an elegy to eulogy With a hundred percent efficacy The flow could probably flood the sea Part the red Are you still blabbing? I ain’t answering I don’t talk to the dead Should watched what you said, instead Of hitting the breaks, you sped Sheds full of bloodshed, eyes looking bloodshot About to aim the red dot at this bumbaclot Pop pop pop
Sin escape me salí con la mía Merecías lo peor pero mala mía por ser como soy, morí en la cruz no en ditroit Ojo por ojo dijo el cuervo me retroalimento la muerte y la vida en tu cerebro nada es con garantía Eres pasajero pero te das cuenta cuando queda poco tiempo Levanta la frente y aquí vamos de nuevo El karma no es cuestión de ego Gana quien libera, no me desespero tu que esperas?
Yo no soy poster yo derrumbacttud en fotos yo de frente soy así. Que te sale el rap buen fácil bravo carnal yo voy en un jet yñ tu en un puto taxi No por ser tan básic o sentirme fancy Esto sale de chill y suena muy clasic
Uno más del montón andando en la bola me comió la lengua el ratón quizás pienso yo me voy en el avión siempre de viaje nunca aterrizó cuando ando erizo ya no me aliviana ni el granizo como el hechizo de ella perdio el encanto lo vivo lo narro lo ensartó estos versos comparto para todo estos vatos lo bueno dura poco y lo malo va pa rato ya estoy muerto desde hace rato no me preocupo ni me acato cuál ágil como un gato estoy en anonimato que a toditos los mato triangular el Dorito Anonymous el contrato 66.6 % creo que no reprobé baby tus labios yo probé si te robe fue una noche y si te tuve te eleve alas nubes...lp44
Yeah check check check this out Yeah check check check this out Filling up a page with every doubt Yeah check check check this out Yeah yeah check this out Haters in the background should shut their mouth Kind of like the razor blade I cut them out You don't know about me I just try to live free live dreams and reveal the things that I've been feeling But lately I've been feeling numb Got some things in the background I can't run from Losing my stamina trying to pop off like I'm a damn gun Damn son looking for ransom while throwing my hands up This is my anthem moving like tantrums feeling so damaged Automatic static from the schizophrenic This passion came with a patent To the patterns I'm an addict The arithmetic I've been feeling lifted with this script that I'm gifted with Simple shit simple Melody memorized like I'm a hypnotist Move your hips to this back and forth as the words will hit Never miss never Land like I'm Peter Pan I got a plan you know that I'm the man I got demands sit and watch time pass I count the sands Falling out The hourglass So damaged most of my smiles seems so plastic so tragic moving through this life so manic so adamant for the change that I've been bringing Middle fingers rise to what the fuck you have been thinking I'm not feeling soul diminished I am winning even if they want me swimming with the fishes I just finished in the first you can hear it in the verse I disperse words that blow like fireworks When I emerge I'm feeling high as Earth in other words I'm feeling lowest dirt but I'll still give you a smirk What works is I keep on working I'm cut like surgeon We're cut from the same cloth nah I'm something different I employ my hurt and put it into words you know you heard it Certain you can never change the channel These serpents do not leave me rattled Not even a little bit You're illiteracy literally feels illegitimate Really I've been killing it so fuck your feelings kid Either put some soul in it or shut your lips Zip tied to the future you know what it is Is this what it is Mind your business I'm just writing with a gift Sorry if you missed it I'm blowing up on spot kind of like a missile did Did (echo out) Yo I'm not think to mess with over stressed but I work it out you don't want to know why I've been tested Yo I'm nothing to mess with I'm over stressed but I work it out you don't want to know why I'm tested
cały dzień całą noc ciągle piszę to zabijam ciszę bitem ambicje cisne w front żyje tym hip-Hopem no a Hip-Hop żyje mną prób tu zerwania z Trapem z milion! ... każdy błąd każdy cios co dostałem był jak cios Tysona zwojowałem tą Myrthane stąd mam flow jak Rhobar trzymałem ją w piwnicy tydzień bo ziom dała kosza pierdolną w nią ten piorun - zmarła to kara Boska w wizjer lookam paranoję widzę trupa (JEEE!) kiedy liczę tu na siebie to liczę w stówkach misje skończę potem wszystkie je ponowie rymy codzień w głowie mnożę tworzę swoje bronie nie będzie kurwa zlituj po której walczysz stronie? wchodzę z buta do budynku stąd mam płaskostopie wszystko kurwa mogę i wam to udowodnie symbolicznie z Ferdkiem Kiepskich: na drugą nogę jestem tutaj w porę by dać palec tu pod budkę sniper nie pudłuje zawsze w czaszce robi dziurę rymy to bliźniaki schemat rymów w kartce sieczka zawsze są parami wena synu zawsze wspiera #2 Pastor mówi "cały Hip-Hop to piekielny pomiot unikaj go chodz tu do kościoła módl się non stop" nie słuchałem się teraz z piwkiem na tej ławce nie śpie 3 dzień przejebałem tak ziom pracę która to z kolei tutaj? 5 czy 6-stka? gdyby nie ta moja matka to bym kurwa umarł ze mną ma trzy światy nie wiem ile wytrzyma jeszcze mamo zwrócę więcej niż tu straciłaś zbyt niska dopamina się robi nieprzyjemnie tracę tą kontrolę by podładować tą baterie śmieszne bo w systemie tu jesteśmy jak Diuracer nie wiem co napędzam nawet ty nie wiesz także ci bogaci mówią mi jak mam kurwa żyć mówią ile jeździć ile kupić co mam pić i mam zamknąć ryj zapierdalać na nich z całych sił chcą bym przestał marzyć i pocieszał mały ryż
Imbued with brightness Lightness in them hues Psychic when I ignite this No side kick, no superhero Since a younging Been kicking it like Subzero Rob for dinero like Rob DeNiro in Casino We all know how the story ends, a gory end Don’t need a crystal ball to peer through Best believe dude get evil as Knievel She gave head, it was cerebral Your ideas, I’d likely veto
The bullshit you pulling The reason they make bullets Shooting like a turret at your mullet Ya look like a pussy so they might as well blur it Hit the pot then I stir it Between a tourist and a purist Witness the sickness Doctors can’t cure this Wrap you up in the closed curtain Only uncertainty for certain We stay on the low like sea urchin Searching Same time, high as birds eye perching
