#LyrcalKiller #Poeticrap #Acapella #Bar4bar #framezon Lyrics : It's the Lyrical killer Grim reaper The ink loaded in my pen like a magazine Speed reader Run through a subbed clip quick no magazine This a heat seeker Big heater Hot to the touch I done reach fevers Spill litres/leaders Flow manifest and ya beach/bitch freezes She/sea freezes See/sea it's too cold Best with a flow afloat I'm the B.O.A.T Never touched grass but they call themselves G.O.A.T Too cold Stay strapped up like falcross Too cold? Heater turns em to burnt toast Too cold Ill in my feelings thought I overdosed Ill in my feelings so fuck diagnosis Still in my feelings but it ain't psychosis You outta damn touch Scoping me out with a blurry focus You silly forrealy cause you're lines is bogus You ain't on my level cause I've reached the bonus You chicken for beef them types that's boneless I told em I tote em Know the pole ain't a totem 50 calibers Pen can blow minds away No gas canisters But I spray and pray for my prey Store manager Less work but I'll take the pay Round the calendar Put rounds to squares like birthdays *But they dont get it* So I stick to the stick my stick pack a kick Got a grip on the blick I can empty a clip Got a tact/attacked by the tick I can switch it too quick Either skip or just R.I.P when you click on my licks It's the Word Smith More solid bars than a fucking gold Smith My words missed? Damn my ops must be hitting more Rocks than Will Smith Still your words myths Cracking me up when you I see my words sniffed Key ya (Kia)whip like a locksmith Leave a white line Intoxicate you with my lines you can't walk a white line You on that white lines Telling masses white lies Nice lines be rare as a mf white lion Why lie? You bird brained with the ink n quill While I Ascending and I link a skill High tide You crashing on the shore I'm sure High five To a jaw just to make you sore/soar So if you wanna see a body go check the mirror I aired it out on you to make the air more clearer You can bring your canons cause I'm sick of all the filler I murk when I'm handed the paper The Lyrical killer