I was just chilling in the background-black jacket wit my hat down, S6 in my hand like I need to get another app now, Something said (check ya Grasscity been a while since you crack down), Yeah but last time I visited that act had ground, Aired out a couple clowns had to leave'em wit da sad frowns, But then I got bored when I rap niggas turning fags now , Lil wayne was my my nigga look at his lil ass now, Barely above water just trying to be a cashcow, Baby turn out like "bird flu" lyrics-next thing you know he signing niggas just for they ass now, I here what ya saying-displaying cause you proud now lol, Displayin all ya gayness-this really is the countdown, Could the churches been right??-but watered down for the crowd-how-did I miss it-i nevered follow the crowd style,.... Sent from my SAMSUNG-SM-G920A using Grasscity Forum mobile app
Lil tipsy sorry for the mispellz but fuck it lol Sent from my SAMSUNG-SM-G920A using Grasscity Forum mobile app
My flow's near momentous Your sentences are senseless Nobody asked you to spit Not even your dentist mentions this You're the type to swallow Every line I type you follow Get demolished, bro Verses hit like a wrecking ball We go versus, I'm wrecking y'all Your hard drives get scarred for life These bars have that full charge That's why you idolize Bird's words highly stylized I'm an intellectual giant And your little mind's child size
That's what you got for me-your whole style a mochary, But it ain't even mockin me-it's mockin niggas jottin sloppily, All About my green-whether cash or the broccoli, Only plan to get--A--never thought about a option B, You are not an option more like a hastage in my plan to be, Sitting at the top overlooking the grass conopy lol, I'm done for the night Sent from my SAMSUNG-SM-G920A using Grasscity Forum mobile app
SO what if you are... The baddest of bad imbeciles Flaunting your raggedy lines Like they were status symbols Precious metals and minerals Gear up, launch my ballistic missiles Burn my linguistics into your pixels Pull out hatchets carve my initials Leave my official trademark On point, keep my blades sharp Instill fear into your brave heart Wars I wage rip web pages apart Way smart, I still get more primitive Than Stone Age cave art
Grasscity listen up this is sort of important you're givin up K? Ya here we go yo, I'm morphing just more than my portion endorphins are soaring this is called a caution a warning, my conscious is constantly jotting a lot of this nonsense alloted I'm profiting off it I'm fucking demonic, I'm a monk in a mosque when I'm masking these bombs and their blasting when ashes are falling, you're hauling your ass in a panic my manic attacks can withstand the impact of an addict or tragic mixmatched cracks in advance of the habit, cause in rap I inhabit, a habitat a tactical knack for this acrobatic skill that you ain't havin still.
I'm a slave in a day where a prayer don't do much, So I stack shells like air-cause them fucks go through stuff, And just like air they everywhere-idont do much, How my team ring bells-but still a nigga get da "who us?", Don't worry about the who us-just know nigga you suck, I would cut you on da face but I just brought the new buck, I don't wanna have to clean it and leave the blade all bruised up, Plus in the world of pitbulls it's apparent that-you mutt lol, Sent from my SAMSUNG-SM-G920A using Grasscity Forum mobile app
Do you really want a problem-cause I'll come to handle it, Fuck leavin you in pieces- I leave a rap nigga-granulate, Had to modify my Kay cause the shake made the handle bent, Now every time I clench all I hear is amandolins, niggas clueless to streets-rookie they so so scandalous, Real wolves hungry-we ain't huntin for ya sandwiches, Rvc Wolf Gang-ovg niggas cancerous, Sent from my SAMSUNG-SM-G920A using Grasscity Forum mobile app
Godspeed this god be an anomaly, For this noone will be receiving an apology Rap Atrocity my bars lift to star status thats astrology Apocalyptic Apostles ascending in high velocitys in your vicinity I murder shit, kill a vibe, chill with rhymes thats probably me The prodigy who's even a little odd to see, they didnt see the odds in me An oddity on an odyssey just trying to fulfill the prophecy i will be full from filling pockets - i follow where profits be, No i said that wrong, I be fulfilling this knowledge i follow where prophets be. Brain aneurysms, I aim with rhythm, better pay attention my raps are cataclysmic, i'm kind of used to average living, Sometimes i have bad intentions but instead just grab the wisdom, We just advanced organisms, corpses with working organs in it, So high i orbit, quick to get morbid like getting caught jacking off in abortion clinics but when the doc ask just tell him that my foreskin inches by the way girls...its fourteen inches I don't care if its fourth and inches i'm about to score the digits Practice, game or scrimmage i'm going in it, i'm having winning visions a deep descriptive image of me wearing crowns at the finish.
there are so many different ways that you can rap, get a boom bap beat, trap, or a beast, a mix mastered masterpiece, you could sit back and laugh I Like I lack defeat, but in actuality... yo I find it faster when this rhyming is combining acts of climbing ladders like im super saiyon, it's a bleeding art to me these bars just aren't as hard for me there flowing through my pen and pads an head and hands their going through my arteries, worse then again, theres these little men adversaries who think there vernacularities are a fucking lit match to me, im haplessy hacking there act up in half like what happened? you like it when im offended? you like it when these words are blended up in a blender and tested, against your mothers defense your father never loved you and you and your brothers probably fucking hug eachother
Fuck the world, Down the toilet This bitch swirled. Cognac glass twirled, Sipped 'til I hurled. Swerved in the traffic lane, Graphic scenes on my brain. Speak my English plain. Caskets with your names, Military tactic games. See you in hell, I inhabit the flames. USA was #1, Now it's third rate, That's fate. Won't be Bird's fate, War of words escalate. Ain't just jealousy, Reason why haters hate.
Simply put, I'm standing here bored A bunch of pussy havin a war, I'm from the land of the lords Demanding the Gore, ain't no mediocre talking If the dankest what you copping you should see the dope I'm chopping And I ain't opting out of shit, I was born for this Trying to stay focus but the locus swarm the kid Spread love cuz we were born to give Not waiting for my demise, I was born to live
My dreams seem to be getting more lucid, In each one i'm trying to prove that i dont need to prove shit, I'll sink any penmanship..no need for loose lips, This Sailor swings cans n greens like spinach- i hit hard, pop eyes n tooth splits its gruesome I'll choke you out after you last aspirated I opened some champagne had a laugh with satan, I wont exaggerate it im exasperated, you can get your tomb dilapidated after you get decapitated your last statement was an underestimate to my greatness, Only 53 million in debt, not bad for a gay fish.. Not a bad publicity stunt for a fake bitch... B.o.b said the world was flat and than dropped a mixtape, Mr. Trump been winning and i think its a mistake.. No need to feel NV i be from that CO where I See O's I push abstract thoughts with ease like Salvador's Dolly, (Dali) no need for excessive amounts of molly to push these lyrics out at godspeed. I'm violent i hit tree's...winning money, screw hitting it, i knock out the lottery... and like leg surgery i'm feeling the screw to knee. (scrutiny)
You talking about being born.. I was born to Win(d)...i call it Airborne I tried to stop the birth, can't believe you were still born, I was born sick, this isn't my illest form A bunch of pussys having war? call that shit a cat fight Living a fast life like crooks with crackpipes when i die i want hookers and bagpipes I'm the landlord get paid for putting familys in a box Chilling with Celebs i'm at that Grammys taking shots I'm bigger than these smalls, so why they calling me pac? This Dj's screwed, Fuck everything that you "chop", I did DMT with DMX than we opened up shop I'm filling up these girl call it taking the top off. If you think this sweet, i'll put a spark to that mouth, pop rocks.
poet-postioning pens to make the next contender quit, wrapped the alphabet around his neck and slit the wrists, called an ambulance and plead the fifth, cause I'm like that, a lyrical alchemist the outcomes in the calculus, my algorithms Alka seltzer meets an exorcist with extra grips in my defense this pastor is what I can sense to be the fizziest, to me the busiest defeats the thrill of it to beat a monumental piece of meat with acapella beats that I released to you. this is the season kids.
In a world where hate's legitimized, Half the time I'm only semi-civilized, Drug analogues synthesized, Zombies walk around lobotomized, Merck index, who gets murked next? My rejects are your lines that work best, We go versus I'm scoring perfects, Bird's sick, make you feel inadequate Bin Laden status enemy combatant
I serenade to the heart of the moon, Disaster follows by the knowledge I consume, Obliterating realities like a monsoon, So best give a fuck, Before I annihilate you, These words I speak are madness, Like a man trapped on mars in a zoo, Quantum mechanically inclined, Define the mind, Ingest what is taken, Leave it far behind, As nothing penetrates this control, I'll sell your soul for a portion of this world, Can't defeat me, What is their to beat? I am depleted from the afterthought, Of mechanisms trying to enslave me, My weapon is my soul, Highest caliber and out from the null, Vice-grips will carry your fright, Blinding reality, As I vex you with this might, Heavy convictions setting in, Fanatically carve you up, After I merc you in the end, Nothing to hide, Nothing to lose, What do I got, But living a facade I refuse.
Take a minute just to look around the world a bit murder is in this and that but it's permanent it's black on white, white on black, back to fighting skin colour acolytes brandishing a nasty knife. religion must have taught them cause a lot of people just aren't acting right to me, claim they lack the sights to see, good and evil god dammit keep your clutches people, all im sayings we're the same race different shade of grey but we share the same space, are we on the same page? cause we oughtta change this deranged race. threw my brain in a space case, im amazed in the way that we say grace but we can't save hatred from todays day in age.
Your raps lack impact They ain't got magnitude I spit on the track and Turn y'all into maggot food Emcees rest in peace When they test this beast Gettin' it off my chest Is like a 9's trigger squeezed Coming with the arsenal I'm the original article Breakin' down this science To the smallest particle Hundreds of casualties Recorded in my gallery For penning these obituaries The mods should put me on salary
You lack Reppa I know an old ass lady who can prolly rap beta or go harder than you and your human Fasaud huh it's odd huh the way i shut you down like a robot in the city I disconnect your battery what now. High Moral!