Step into the brain field , no turning back ain't no yield, deal with consequence, toros back here's the sequence , different level energy and frequence , can't match me , but fire lyrics dispatch me , another level above can't catch me , let alone scratch me , just kicking facts be , you better let me be , wordplay gather perfect like assembly , but flow I can assemble , ora so strong the floor trembles , a natural earthquake ,
It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a decoy ho I come across. Nothin like a Underdog or Ray J Suga summer song. ..Prolly some'n that done ya wrong. ..Not e'en cus it wun't as strong.. ... Quickly wit it like a hot flash, even if I'm not, fast like how God the last topic in an atheism pod cast. And they don't want the smoke. Exhausted like old folks. Way they fit the mold broke. .. Tired and heads spinnin like gold spokes.
.. .. And I always keep it milli like they counted on it. I like to lean back chillin when she bouncin on it. .. I rap wit rappers that say they best and put thei houses on it. All a scale above a sale like there was ounces on it. I'll hit the store and get a rillo wit a lot of pennies. I'm fuckin and grippin on tha ass like a lobster did it. It's gettin to the point that alot of choppas and coppas are pitied. I'm watchin um bounce at that point right at the top of her titties. Not the committee.
Hey yo I'm back, but nobody was asking where I've been Let me chime in- I go by the name of... never mind This man writes them joints God-glorifying lyricism with a style you can't quite pinpoint I learned a lot from constant observation- God is patient And Christ is exalted above the constellations I've been on the low- did some features and compilations The controversy started some good conversation Hit timothy on the email, he'll give you all the details But right now, my focus is the Man who took the three nails Two through His wrists, one through His feet The wrath of God satisfied- the work of the Son is complete So now there's two types of people Those who have atonement and those who pay for their own sin, strife and evil And God don't play- you got to pay- you need to drop and pray But your motto's "Not today" and you got a lot to say But your mouth will be shut like pantomimes When Jesus Christ comes on the clods with more angels than Anaheim Expand your mind; This ain't about fancy rhymes Man I'm trying to leave a deep footprint in the sands of time The truth of God is triple pound cake heavy But ruthless squads of simple clowns ain't ready What you know about a rowdy gospel clique Rejoicing at the judgment when the wicked get their waffle split? Revelation nineteen... demonstrates what I mean (You) can't see? Better take some Visine We shun the famous life- insane spiritual Life up the name of Christ, yet remain lyrical Speaking urgently, it's an emergency The self-centered emcee's favorite word is "me" Our favorite word is "He"- or should I say "Him" Since God is triune, I guess our favorite word is "Them" As for me, what can I say man? It's real in the crucible My life's a daily funeral, but Christ is still beautiful I'm fired up for ministry- but business is something I ain't did nothing and I'm tired of the industry! I don't create for a check, and it ain't for your respect I'm enduring all things for the sake of the elect That's why cats be like, "Shai, man! You preaching to the choir!" I'm like, "Dog, have you seen some of these choirs?" They need to be preached to- it's heathens in the pews It's treason that they choose, looking for reasons to abuse God's grace- walked up to the altar at the age of eight Live like the world after that And think they'll make it through the gate That theology is straight from the father of lies In mad pulpits, Satan rocks a disguise A plot he's devised so sheep remain stifled Because many times I'm like, "Are we reading the same Bible?" For instance: (I) recently went to a "Christian" concert Not knowing what to expect, hoping to see God work The lights went dark, they introduced him, then he came in I gotta hand it to him- he was very entertaining The crowd was insane, about a thousand and change He was wilding on stage; had them shouting his name? People in the audience on their way to hell And son had more jokes than Dave Chappelle It's like he was ashamed of the light; This is backwards Christian rappers playing games on the mic Non-divine topically, trying to shine constantly You've gone beyond the line with some kind of blind philosophy With rhymes designed sloppily- this is absurd Dig in the Word- get your mind refined properly The gospel's not a commodity- So whether in poverty Or prospering, it's proper to give shouts to my God rowdily Why are people so quick to hand the mic to jokers? Good thing the Lord is in the driver's seat like a chauffeur His shekinah thunders with no minor blunders And sometimes I wonder if the Anti-christ might be Oprah It puts me in a true rage that she pumps the New Age On television- like five days a week Yet only a few gauge that that won't get you saved From hell, so listen- ‘cause my God came to speak He's warning you to flee from the wrath to come By putting faith in His matchless Son I did it now God will definitely forever be next to me In ecstasy- what a destiny for this heavenly refugee And this right here is just some random thoughts From a vessel of mercy that the Lamb has brought So welcome to The Solus Christus Project Son, we just gettin' started and we got a lot left!
Bars sharp like the tip of a needle, my styles lethal, same time stays healing the people, Lyric perico, rhymes hot like I’m here in Tampico, Stay equipped with a tool like I’m right there at the depot, Chubby elbows you can ask about me, probably in a cypher asking can you pass the loud please, I at these, wanna be rappers that claim mad cheese, then spin the block like helicopter Apaches, crack knees, then it’s back to bars like penitentiary, flowing to the music like its taught in elementary, mentally, out of my element but eventually, came to the conclusion that sanity wasn’t meant for me.
Solo te mire y de ti me enamore te invite al cine y solo eran tus ojos la pelicula como asi la historia cuando consigo la victoria como asi encontré la escapatoria donde mires que asi mi colonia no son las rozas
mente bolada nao venha com palhasada e coisa seria nao piada por que ta dando risada sua vida ja ta dezarrumada nao venha com essa cara fechada toma 2 tiro na cara to dando risada agora vc virou mutivo piada e agora ta chorando por que tomou 1 tiro nas costa agora ve como tudo e uma discordia
Other MCs are feeble They can’t rap on boom bap from lethal needle Since I was in my mother’s womb, position fetal I was looking for a mic to rap for my people In a dark alley at the busiest intersection Lighting blunts trynna talk to the plug, bad reception Plus my phone dying, my playlist is 90s selection Fuck it, knock at the door with my hand under my jacket Gun is loaded, a wrong move then I pop it All of a sudden, Big samoan bodyguard with one eye missing Opened the door, told me bossman is waiting for me in the kitchen Excitement and fear, I’m about to make money but the bossman is clear You make a mistake you’ll be outta here I told em Say less I always pay debts Nobody fucks me over, I practice safe sex Latex gloves and mac is loaded Click clack pow, bossman toasted Swiss knife for the remaining eye of fat Samoan He was drooling, huffing and puffing, moaning Hand on his lost eye, screaming “i’ll kill you, you don’t know me?” I went to work on em like chris and butchie Took all the cash, set the place on fire, got me some riches First thing umma do, bad ass bitches Word around town, there’s money on my head If they catch me, I’ll be filled up with lead I left new york and the hustle of back alleys For women, weed and weather. Living life in Cali
Entro al hip hop lo estoy plasmando con pinsw Estoy viendo las cosas más claras mejor no te burles acá sobran berretienes tenés que saber quién para quien No te metas en un enrroyo x un cogollo fíjate lo que hace
Lethal hit us with that beat that knock ya, many nights listening sipping vodka, fire ball spit hot lava Wigged out webbed mind Peter Parker Just listen a bit, my life was normal until I was bit, now I'm a vigilante stopping crimes if convicted im pleading the fifth
But what about the bacon? Or the bagel? A side of ham maybe? Do I go set the table? Or we eatin out today, at the diner, cause I'm feeling like pancakes and maple? Or maybe stick to fundamentals and keep it with the staples, Like porridge, apples and grits topped with the basil
Rap momento menstral scical killing em period what's weird with him almost gets weirder when every body picking a side, when im just a down dope derrilick don't spear a Shit I don't know if your hearing shit when I cut off your ear earliest twist you will be wearing it,😉😉
Minha vida Jah foi corrida 🏃♂️ Agora segura o B.o Essa planta que noixx cultiva Me deixa atisado, Igual pó R.D.C minha quebrada Mas nunca sai do pior Da moh dó, dos guerreiro E Desse lado tudo nosso
Great way to start a Friday that's fosho🤙 I just sent a track we made on one of your beats we bought a while back on beat stars to my producer to be mastered💯 I'll send it to you Lethal Needle brotha b4 we release it👌Keep making that 🔥 that inspires me and many more🐐
Lethal Needle, this beat's excellent Keep it up and stay militant The thumbnail of Teen Titans Raven Will keep you going beyond the next haven If you're misbehaving, I won't stop you If haters get at you, they're jealous without brains and clues Cuz they can't see your views with positivity for fuel This beat right here makes you a rare jewel Your mind is true and better than movie sequels Keep it up in the world, Lethal Needle!
adicto a las letras, pasado de acordes, escondido tras el amplio mundo del sonido y desde entonces no pensé en volver pense en revolver mi pasado y pasarlo al papel, impulsado cómo ebrio a bebér
Oggi è una giornata triste , non capisco perché piango Accendo una sigaretta e d'improvviso mi rilasso Faccio un giro al lungomare , la domenica mattina : Quel profumo di ricordi , di serate e di famiglia Nostalgia e rimorsi , diventano troppi Sto ancora combattendo , contro i miei mostri Giuro io ci provo sempre , ma non ci riesco Vorrei dirti troppe cose , ma oggi sono assente E quindi e quindi e quindi Vuoi darmi i tuoi consigli Su come ci si accetta Anche senza piacersi
Be so dope to hear you collab with Anabolic. Each your own flava put together with the incredible production/mixing skillz you both have!!! ish would break the interwebs! Cool mang! You are doing it!!! Just the other day I was congratulating you on 200! Now 201!! Wasn't it you who released an old beat tape of some of your really early work like 10 years ago early? If it wasn't you, oops but if it was, it was at that moment that you had more than my respect for where you at now but gave me hope and made me breath easier...not in anyway disrespectful! I saw Be Franky do a tutorial that was 2013. If it wasn't you, (if you read comments at all) you just heard me talk about having so much respect for someone else who wasn't you. I am not very smrt. It all comes from a good place! You rock bro.
It the rap lyrical, back in all black, so here we go "But they don't hear me though" with a crazy flow Highs and lows, smash the camera, I ain't taking a pose It doesn't bode well for you, all those who oppose Like being lost on a desert road, walk into your abode And make myself at home, wash a load of clothes Rapping like the pros, but they don't know about my prose Rarer than criminals getting of death row, so the instrumentals Got me mental, I got a keyboard, not a pad and pencil Couldn't trace the style even with a stencil, a rap minstrel
A rap minstrel? Like whats the reward Im tappin on my pencil I dont even got a keyboard He soars way past the way back To freedom Lace tracks with sprayed raps and lay back to reap em What really are the facts? I dont know, but i seek em Hard to flow on my phone dont even need a reason Seein clear as day, & keep on changin with the seasons
I change with the seasons Don't dare pass the mic cause they couldn't believe it. That such a quiet dude like me could be such a heathen. Smashing bitches like drinks up on the weekend. But that's the old me. Don't believe it ask the homies. Cause now I'm classy like liquour and stogies. Step to me you get ate like pierogi's 🤣🤣
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