Y'all masked false prophets, proceed to rock shit
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Y'all masked false prophets, proceed to rock shit
Bask in lava caskets, increase my profits
smash like in da past and i was a blacksmith, at least i can progress
less struggle more blood shed, fucks get left a funky stench
in the jungle shit im mudd fed, beats monkies wit a monkey wrench
A bare-wench & two dime bags, im screamin "Egads!!!"//
"it's james bond" come to swim in my pirrhana pool, strip his flesh from his soul as i fulfill my goal, packin meat bags with 2 old mummies as my hags
stuffin money in the bags, hurry up dont lag
watch out, snuff the fag,
and drag his body outside to the sewer,
at his funeral people wishing he could manuever,
past our attack,
that laid him flat on his back
razorsharp is a blade that sparks in da night, wage a war with a optimus Prime
Ahead of my time, lyrically, destroy mc's egos effortlessly.
I shine in all directions, my light has no protections, shadows will be forgotten
^like middle school elections (Num didn't finish the 2nd bar punchline i don't think....)
Let em' kick a blessin', Holy ghost control ya soul//
smash reality to more bits than a cereal bowl//
Out of control, fake rap's dull, like cheerios, while real rap ignite light bulbs, blowin through yo stereo.
my words flow periodically, at hyper speed so as to appear slow,
thoughts arranged illogically, nothing changes as we watch fear grow.
Grab the micro, and yell pass the cut dope...lines, lyric proof vests kept, ready for mc's best text, smoke a nigga's rep, murder a nigga's pet.
we dont give a fuck about bitches and hoes,
we slitting there throat with lyrics that's GOAT
:lmao: