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1 shots, 2 shots, 3 shots.. Got'em
Then I run up n slam ya with the rock bottom
I shake bake n leave earthquakes with every step that I take
and any 1 that survives the wake, I devastate and terminate
separate the real from the fake, won't fold won't break
I'm determined to win..
real n**as can relate...
I'm not to be commercialized in certain lives
I purchase lies to dance and approve certain lines
if your lines working right, I may say your as nice
as me...sure ur lines may contain no substance
keep ur gut sucked in, your belt tight, keep frontin'
Mr. Q w a...wait..who spells their name out huhhhh?
I'll put you back under the rock that u came out from
and then throw a diamond up just to be sarcastic
bars drastic, keep a flow that melts thru hard plastic
you are backwards, I'm forwards, never meet or parallel
even if you try to say good bye you may never fare well
wanna be killas get da fuckin death grasp/ ima always be first/ you gonna always be last/ im shuttin real gangstas down like they little kids/ who you think you playin bitch im a pro at this shit/ since i was a little kid been down with the game/ spittin verses so ill turn ya whole hood insane/ doctor doctor please come soon/ homeboy done tripped and blasted the whole crew/ what we gonna do old dudes trippin/ just cause a white boy done started rippin/ damn hes ill with shit like/ i mean seriousl man he made us all sound wack/
My name is Razo cause im quick to draw a knife
But only to the people I think are Fit to lose there life
I didnt know rhyming had levels or ranks
I thought of it as a open canvas and Im holding a can of paint
not really a freestyling person I do it when Told
but when I drop im shitting flows so sick the local bathroom stalls Erode (xD)
it's not shown, Lyrics leave minds blown
When im in the zone I spit cyclones on the microphone
known to Blow sterios when you stand next to me your vocals are out of tone
waaat, waat, waaaaaaaat,
n' now I'm home where the cowards roam...
...in a fouler tone, but cannot connect like router when it's out-of-zone
Eating a cal-zone, my style got the profiles blown..
..like a spinning fan, when you're in-it, man - yo I'm finna' jam...
Club house... no mickey, plus ya hoe' wanna go wit me.
On the dock.. sauna talk, give ya mama piranha cock...
Now she wanna go on a' walk... ha, I ain't for cuddling..
Ya mother's been stage 5 clingy - off to her other friend...
Insert the rubber-in... nut on cocoa butter skin..
like come again... dirty shit, plus I heard she's 36.
That nerdy bitch rocking glasses really tryin' role play....
The whole day... "you don't say?" fuck the hoe n' then go lay.
Yeah I ain't ta' type to be something like a delightful G.
personify the monarch approach whenever I'm wit' ya girl..
my stick kicks viciously, like Sid Vicious in Sicily
your little nuts instantly shrivel within a fucking inch of me
take all my words with a grain of salt while im on assault
your blind as cult followers im swish as Kid Twist an' all
now how you gonna look good when you got those slit wrists Hol-?
im on a gram, unlike you whos on a camera, streaming live to your dad
whos reaming five in the back, hammered
your rhymes are garbage like the partridge family
and when it comes to fucking you keep it all in the family, you mad at me?
its sad to see that crap and whack MCs keep coming up with shitty free's
that leaves me wondering if smack was cheese than your rap is shatners steez
your batting knees your batting peas
stop rapping please!
Bitch im the king on his throne,
Bringing all the money home,
Power= Money= Turn into a pimp when i was a coward..
Hour by hour,
Tower by tower,
They slowly slip away,
Day by day doesn't even take a week
My futures great, yours? Bleek.
You pussies reek of just that, vagina,
Either that or you can get it from behind ya..
Man everyday i say i should practice my rapping.
But every single day i always hit the bong and pass it.
So i just sit and chill and never get around to practice.
This shit really sucks when i take it as my passion.
So things gotta change if i wanna keep on stabbing.
At this average mash of lyrical rations.
Cause soon i won't be able to eat without trashing.
Into a store with a gat and blasting.
I ain't ever killed no one but if it comes to that.
I can do what i need to get my money back.
This shit ain't so funny jack i need my hundred stacks.
I crave it like neccessity and my rhymes are my qaurter back.
Rapping quick and confident like you're a lyrical genius,
Just as fast you'll be left behind and leaving us,
Thinking you're lyrically sharp, just like whiteys cunt,
Or maybe you're exactly like a pillow is blunt,
'Everything will be fine', like the weather man will say,
But he can't do his job right either, getting shit wrong everyday.
tired of petty gay ppl with negitive vibes/
im from a north-western tribe/
america"- never see me exceptin a bribe/
taught to push back/
buried my nose in books stacked while cats be into cooked crack/
left my home and look back very often/
dont want my moms next visit to be when im in a cemetary coffin/
im tryna make my family closer/
be damned if he fold up untill calamitys over/
stammer with the grammer a little bit/
rockers be noddin-whippin they hair like that "willow" hit/
dont be mad cuz im stylin' on ya-
without reprocussions/ but i still need the beats percussions/
i wish i was a hero, a soldier wholly, one
unholy son, the anti christ, im leaving holely nuns
solely done, but my soul is pure like nikes who's toll begun
who opposin? none.-its suicide like don't or die but donts no fun
so try suicide like walkin into airports wavin loaded guns
its lonely-dumb the soul-less one who tries deserves to die
cause curses lie so verse the guy and cease to see the sun
Yo i don't think what i spit i just rap it/
Straight from my brain into a vat of acid/
Cause this site is the dwelling of warlocks and magic/
Everything you say is bound to get thrown up its tragic/
So i step carefully like im hunting some rabbits/
This shit is crazy my words are facists/
Don't wanna scare em away or give them the advantage/
Cause as soon as they see you they vanish/
Pop out behind you and give you some stabbings/
So its like im creeping through a room of addicts/
Bound to pounce and jack you up for a crack hit/
Mostly seen in abandoned building's and attics/
Or maybe im just talking about some savage/
Maybe crack addicts are average/
Nothing ive said so far even matters/
It's nothing to me just all blabber/
Now im changing the instrumental to continue my banter/
If you looking for a harmless past time rapping's the answer/
Life has so many pits so you verbally spit out of em/
If you think that's retarded your prolly a coward son/
We just spreading the truth and entertainment/
Stop hating and join us i mean it/
Sharing words is painless i soar like a phoenix/
So high off chronic the sky is my penis/
Double Post :/
Fuck the opposition, I'm readily exterminatin'
Fetus terminatin', the weed seed germination
Big syllables that mean nothing and fill my bars with nonsense
But barring up my bars would only guilty up my conscience
So I go free tongue with imcomprehensive word spray
I would've said spit but I love using up some word play
I do it my way, so call me Frank Sinatra
But minus the glitz and glam, prefer Saharah to Nevada
Listen...
When i be rhyming nigga, I be out shining niggas, while the ice shining nigga...
cuz a spit in the eye from Jesus, couldnt stop me from blinding niggas/
Some of u old cats rhymin like u just came out of the fallopian tubes...
u suppose to get boo'd, thats just apart of the rules/
This like a transplant, once I put my heart into it, i might start to influence...
turn angels to a nuisance, christians to jewish, and water to a bodily fluid/
*just a lil something to get my post up*