Oh shit, I totally forgot again, Shot to the head, it's all that vodka I got again, I mean, light shines bright, I'm in the spot again, All focus on me, remember you're an enemy, not a friend, So I've got no problem destroying you, You the typa dude who sends multiple texts just to be annoying, Ahh, my influence is cloying and permeating, bout to go nuclear like this is thermal devastating, You just sit there masticating as you eat what you just did masturbating, this is passive hating, I don't have to do much to get you irating, irritating idiots to influence them to insane instances of craziness, I attack abusive Aboriginals and arrogant Americans, albeit a way to affect you and remind you of your laziness, I blaze through the haziness, get higher and higher till it's dangerous, In danger of falling from the plane, but I jump out, accelerate to the speed of sound, through the speed of light, holy light, like I'm Saint Lazer-us, Inhuman, they tryna taser us, but above heads they raisin us, like dried grapes leave red blood and red tape, not even fazing us, I don't give a fuck any more, I realised money opens any door, fuck manners, no-one gives a damn if I'm banging any whore, I mean, fuck sports, give a fuck about any score, I just cash the bets and throw stacks on any floor, Try and I spit very raw, I haven't re-written a single word in half of my verses, Just flow down, throw down, no frown, no edit, just read it, after posting, I said it. Boom...
short jabs quick hits gonna smoke yall like a spliff been doin the damn thing since 91 since I was child that culdnt even run spit so raw an uncut, that the DEA sends their badges n mutts flow so cold, I bring back norse gods from old aint no battleground to small for me i'll scorch the whole land n free up the sea i'm a cannabil no mammal no species you know im ruthless i'm insane im a west coast cholo got the lowrider bangin with the sounds in my whip got my hand to my right with the glock strapped to my hip so let me rekindle what has been said above if you try to spit back you sure as hell get no love
Wow, you're doing two line rhyming, can't add up the numbers like you're running a retard race and got a dyslexic timing, A deaf person cheering you, yelling incoherently, hands busy clapping, so unable to be signing, A paraplegic for the running race, one for the rope climbing, one for the gymnastics, and one for the high diving, I'll toss you and your fucking wheelchair in the deep end, watch the bubbles pop and know that you're not surviving, Laugh my fuckin ass off, throw some tunes on and start vibing, I'll start to spit some shit so dark, the police are tryna shoot it, There's no method to how I do it, I just fuckin say what I want, if you don't like it, just fuckin mute it, But real life, has real strife, so you press the button, I'll drop-kick the remote, I'll just fuckin boot it, If you tryna censor what I say, I'll burn your fuckin house down right after I loot it, So back up, bitch, your stuff's weak like piss beer, You say you live the fast life, I'm shooting past you like I shift gear.
Its me again, troops at the front line i send em in Adrenalin spittin spending gems my flows smell like cinnamon Acid's a synonym of Eminem creeping round corners like slender man let it begin, even if a girl is on the ten, never gonna have a womens eye on (there putting a girls face on the 10$ bill) my currency put my hand on these books but i committed a perjury, They were concerned in the early me now i been earning G's oh filthy me they tried to kill my seed indecently i had to flee the scene fuck i'm just being me they plead and plead but get knee'd and bleed, This dog is off the leash i can promise i'm a different breed a king like nothing you've seen, chilling in evergreens you know im forever green bae, like i been getting cheese great, I change these dudes to pussies like Bruce Jenner, a true winner who movin' through pinners with blue embers stupendous momentous broke discus but go hard even when injured, take my dick n insert it they say i'm a pervert but noones perfect- and fuck those words tell i'm making a neck hurt No emotion in your exerts but you claiming you an expert, Small stuff you short cut, no wander your use to less work I go berserk unleash a brutal terror swing swords like the feudal era i see that smirk your usual stare and can tell its a crucial error, i'll rip out your tubes for air and honestly who would care Cuz you know i ball just like the bad news bears.
Slow down, Take a minute just to breathe Here, take a toke of the weed smoke Till your knees weak and you feel it in your arteries, you hear a hard beat and you're hard to beat. Follow me? catch up! Its not a race, don't outrun your pace, too fast around the track son, You might be losing traction, Matter of fact the fact of the matter is whack, about half of what what you spit contains 90 percent shit in your raps, Im dogshit but still sicker than that. Im the shit, But you're filled with the crap!
I'm only losing traction because I'm over powered, traction control off, face screwed up in fear, like I soured, Wettin' yourself as I slide sideways, like a coward, nitrogen to feed to my plants, as they flower, And I glower as I harvest a forest with machetes to produce my potent product, leaving trees cut, You think my raps are full of crap? Suck on Deez nuuutts! Aha! Got 'eem! Fools fall down to the ground like I shot him, 10 bags of weed, and they're heavy like I'm shopping, but it's all for me I don't need to get that money shottin', Yeah I agree your dog shit, you keep getting stuck, on the same stuff acting deep when you still suck, Sucking like a three penny whore, but I put in the tip so it's three bucks, You keep coming at me, I shrug it off, I don't give three fucks, Half your sentences are only a few words spaced out to make 'em seem like there's more there, Like a 50 year old using a toupee to make it seem like there's more hair, But I am more fair, so I let you stall there, break down crying like I fucked you up with a lawn chair, May seem scary initially till I leave blood stains like it's a straw bear, champagne for me and my bitches, yeah we all there, You a pussy so I drop you harder than a poor share, I mean you say half my raps shit? Yours are 90% blank space, I blow you up like your driving a Daewoo in a tank race, This a thankless waste, I'm done with this rap, it's over, probably more words here than your last three raps because I don't bulk it out, So come at me, you make me angry, but I got the green so I'll Hulk it out.
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the only thing you smoking is mexican brick weed,cause I know you be toking that til your lungs started to bleed and if you ask if I laced your bong bowl yes indeed, but the cops never traced me cause I aint full of damn greed run to the DEA cause the snitch game is what you play, you aint fire just a liar who goes out like a roach in the ashtray no protection from natural selection cause I bring it today,from cyanide injection to killing witness protection watch em decay wait til you stop at a light in your whip after midnight, throw a molotov, watch it ignite and burn bright til your soul takes flight high as a kite cause my blunts rolled tight shits a smokers delight, got 50 cals in the back cause I am the next walter white so put that glock away cause that shit aint even enough power, go do some ballet or for once take a motherfucking shower don't need love that emotion has eroded in my fucked up cranium, rather dump bodies in the ocean or bury under a stadium
How many lines must I rehearse From each rhyme from my book ive dispersed, Its total mental acapella instrumental when I talk in these Words shock and awe drop it to you till you rock in ease My recipes making a mockery until you rest in peace, What you think your rap schemes are really fucking affecting me, It must be destiny then Ill ressurect in each pen And have you questioning why you ever attested to win.
I attested to win coz I got these fools locked up, like I arrested the men, Gods power, call on the old testament then, calling down plagues to fulfil the rage as I spray with an AK, it's venomous sin, Apocalyptic rapture, calling down angels from heaven again, and drag 'em down to the depths, It's GoD, God of Death, and I laugh while you wretch, watch the blood spray from his neck, heartbeat gone, I'm feelin no need to check, Clothes wet, red liquid dribbling down, ripped the tongue through the teeth of this sibilant clown, give him a frown, You done McFucked up, Ronald McDonald's in town, And I'm gonna watch as you drown in your own tears as I switch gears and disappear, You listening? Here, I throw you a bone, bow out, stop chasing the throne, I sit on it, not gonna let your bitch ass shit on it, Or you'll start to think I hate this thread from the amount that I spit on it.
Same lame ass over exaggerated rap shit everyone else does hey? Ya you gangster shawttty, ya'lll real gangster gurrrl! Let me, get on the beat And let me hit it for a minute, Dont worry ill be discreet No hurry to feel the need Of worrying about admitting defeat Triple the beat now Or in your case we'll Triple the beat down, Put you in your place its so easy to freestyle But in the meen while your mean style Seems stale im mean, How many miles has that flow really seen? To me its obscene to agree that your king Ill agree that you're decent, That your decent from the throne you were kinged was as hopeless a dream Maybe grab a rope and you could fix that? Or maybe get a better flow with it this try, Who am kidding it isn't gonna be this guy He hit his head too many times as a kid And then he cried cause he cant rhyme like this. But if you look down here, hell show you the same boring flow and over rated violent shit:
Let me, get on the beat And let me hit it for a minute, Dont worry ill be discreet No hurry to feel the need Of worrying about admitting defeat Triple the beat now Or in your case we'll Triple the beat down, Put you in your place its so easy to freestyle But in the meen while your mean style Seems stale im mean, How many miles has that flow really seen? To me its obscene to agree that your king Ill agree that you're decent, That your decent from the throne you were kinged was as hopeless a dream Maybe grab a rope and you could fix that? Or maybe get a better flow with it this try, Who am kidding it isn't gonna be this guy He hit his head too many times as a kid And then he cries cause he cant rhyme like this.
Tryna get me tied down, but I'm feeling like I'm ready, To make my escape, feet scrape as I jump, they heavy, Weighed down, like I'm dragging 38 pounds, Feet miss the land point, knees buckle like a bad joint, and I fall back down to the ground, Ah! Tryna make an ascention to the heavens, but I fold like I know I should be King but I'm only drawin' 7's again, I mean, all I'm tryna do is ascend, but I keep gettin dragged down by peeps who I thought was my friends, and they actin' like it's all for my own good, they pretend, Like it ain't coz they jealous, just coz I'm over-zelous, an they tryna do it behind our backs an not tell us, But I'm over it, these bitches get out my way when I come at them like I drove at it, But I'm driving away, tryna escape, no hiding, driving, all fuckin night nd day, Look over my shoulder, tryna stay awake, but I think I fell asleep, wake up, looking around, I'm screaming aloud, shit I think I've been found! Brain waves shake the place like there's static-in-the-background, An I feel my ear's pop like the blast from a MAC round, Turn to run away so grab you by the shoulder spin you back round, And yeah I astound, my lyrics may be dark, smell blood, rippin like sharks, I'm spearing your heart, hear me roar like I'm fearing the starks, spittin visions of art, just for starts you best remember I'm the patriarch, I'm killin it smart, trillin it hard, you got diamonds on your neck I'm gon be reaching for stars, Strangle you with your chain, words heavy like gold bricks, so I'm spittin the bars, Like I play golf, I'm delivering pars, got the green like the grass, So step the fuck back, get out my way as I pass.
https://soundcloud.com/snoopameer/creative-habitat-dead-presidents-remix Everyones a genius in their own mind
All your rhymes stink like feminine odor Your skills rank minimum Bitch, it's over Bird soars through, I'm a pterodactyl Spit a couple sick lines, rip you a new asshole Jealous 'cuz you ain't me I make G's, blaze trees, get head from honeys Kick open the pharaoh's sarcophagus My body count's preposterous
I crash through the capital take the glass and the shrapnel slice this wanna be pterodactyl, No multiples, you could've used "tear ya asshole" saying i stink, you smell like a basket of rotten apples, worms crawling straight out of the hairs on ya cracked skull, i lost my mind, im out trying to find but its still dumbfounded, I spit dope these square moms wont let the kids come round it, see man the dank constantly burning, bank constantly earning, Wheels on the tank constantly turning, Priest blessed me thanks for the sermon, Walk around looking like Merlin looking for something to murk for certain This is the end of the show, let the doves fly and start closing the curtains.
Help me help you Let show you around soon, This my sound dude so sit down and bow to a power vessel, wrestle with a sour pencil an sentence stencils, add lines of rhyme until the time it hits harder, these next bars are marauders marching louder and farther, Than anything you could ever accomplish. its honestly modest my honestys caustic conscience is constantly clocked collectively rocking your shits been falling off with every second your beat.... Like whoah where did it go? Thats what I think with everything that you wrote. You had me like "oh, you're a kingpin?" You gotta be kidding me thinking you're winning, do I have to illustrate a picture with me and you in it to see it from a different view point to prove that im better then anything that you do boy? Its a moot point.
Help me help you Let show you around soon This my sound dude, so sit down and bow to a power vessel, wrestle with a sour pencil an sentence stencils, add lines of rhyme until the time it hits harder, these next bars are marauders marching louder and farther, Than anything you could ever accomplish. its honestly modest my honestys caustic conscience is constantly clocked collectively rocking your shits been falling off with every second your beat.... Like whoah where did it go? Thats what I think with everything that you wrote. You had me like "oh, you're a kingpin?" You gotta be kidding me thinking you're winning, do I have to illustrate a picture with me and you in it to see it from a different view point to prove that im better than anything that you could do boy? Its a moot point.