Yo what's good, it's been years since I posted anything on here. Thought I'd drop this track to show where I'm at nowadays. I'm also dropping a group tape next month, so I'll post that here too. Feedback is appreciated, thanks.
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-Verse-
The games ready but it fails like a broke disc//
You get high? Motherfucker get your nose kicked//
Fuck a story telling, you're dieing like a rolling seven//
I'm like the flow of heaven, you'll never beat to be the second//
The murders never stated, it's playing like an imply//
Fucking maggot make you die like your inside//
It's BNR, no CPR, it's just death//
Motherfuckers wanna VCR the bloodshed//
Psychological methods getting invested//
Invisible efforts get severed if ever detected//
The sickle moving comfortably so fuck a triggernometry//
On point it's like an archery, I'm cutting up your artery//
upsetting all your anatomy, expelling this catastrophe//
It's iller when you're mad at me, the pen is like a panel beat//
I'm like an expo bobbing to the death flow//
rotten to the death note cause you don't wanna let go//
These lyrics kick it like its acrobatics, rappers scattered//
You ain't a biggie motherfucker why you act the baddest//
I'm at ya rescue just to be the first to cut you//
Introduce my middle finger motherfucker so fuck you//
Count the dates my bars like cancer waves//
Count the graves, I'm an outcast down to play//
It's the new camp, takeover who stand//
It's like WU Tang clan with a true plan//
Feast your prayer, gun attached to your facial hair//
It's vandalism verbalism right here//
A double agent and I'm killing off the energy//
Motherfucker in my mind there's no enemy//
The lyrical communist strap from your free will/
We ill get you smoked like a weed field/
It's transplant put the words to your chest//
Cut your motherfucking insides closer to death//
It's streets put your griefs in the flat line//
You lost a brother motherfucker and I past mine//
You're sick I'm a pharmacist//
I write bars motherfucker like an architect//
Got your back motherfucker like what karma did//
You know who osama is//
I put your head in the toilet till you solve the shit//
And if you breathe underwater I'll resolve to quit//
Your lyrics ain't a thing I just scrunch it//
Topics wanna die when I touch it//
-Hook-
It's the heist, it's the hype, it's the life//
Televised where the flow never dies//
I tell it wise like a ghost in the night//
Kill the mic, when it rise burn it down overdrive//
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