Sharp Rap Disposal  (Verse 1) Yo, the beats be slapping, the banger's in session, Reverb from the streets, causing
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Sharp Rap Disposal  (Verse 1) Yo, the beats be slapping, the banger's in session, Reverb from the streets, causing pure aggression. Kershaw sharp, I'ma cut through the noise, Stabbin' the wack rappers, they're just disposable toys. Hard-hitting, I'm spitting with relentless force, Carving up the beat, leave you all remorse. The carcass of weak flows, it's time for disposal, I'm the rap reaper, bringin' death to the vocal. (Chorus) Banger beats slapping, hitting hard, never lacking, Reverb from the streets, you feel the impact stacking. Kershaw sharp, stabbing through the wackness, Disposing the carcass, leaving no room for slackness. (Verse 2) I'm on a mission, lyrically gifted, no facade, Carving out my path like a sharp, lethal broadsword. From the gutter to the top, I rise above the strife, Every line I drop, be cuttin' like a surgeon's knife. I'm the verbal assassin, spitting flames with precision, No room for mediocrity, this is my decision. I dismantle weak flows with a verbal artistry, Carcasses left behind, a testament to my mastery. (Chorus) Banger beats slapping, hitting hard, never lacking, Reverb from the streets, you feel the impact stacking. Kershaw sharp, stabbing through the wackness, Disposing the carcass, leaving no room for slackness. (Verse 3) I'm a lyrical beast, words flow like a rapid river, Slaying competition, making believers shiver. My flow's so sick, it's an epidemic, I leave the carcasses of rappers, it's systemic. The streets are my stage, and I'm the main attraction, The beats be banging, causing seismic reactions. I rise above, carving my name in the concrete, A rap innovator, leaving wackness in defeat. (Chorus) Banger beats slapping, hitting hard, never lacking, Reverb from the streets, you feel the impact stacking. Kershaw sharp, stabbing through the wackness, Disposing the carcass, leaving no room for slackness. (Outro) So remember my name, 'cause I'm the one and only, With banger beats slapping, leaving y'all lonely. Kershaw sharp on the stabbed carp disposal, I'm the rap reaper, leaving no trace of the posers.
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Sharp Rap Disposal  (Verse 1) Yo, the beats be slapping, the banger's in session, Reverb from the streets, causing pure aggression. Kershaw sharp, I'ma cut through the noise, Stabbin' the wack rappers, they're just disposable toys. Hard-hitting, I'm spitting with relentless force, Carving up the beat, leave you all remorse. The carcass of weak flows, it's time for disposal, I'm the rap reaper, bringin' death to the vocal. (Chorus) Banger beats slapping, hitting hard, never lacking, Reverb from the streets, you feel the impact stacking. Kershaw sharp, stabbing through the wackness, Disposing the carcass, leaving no room for slackness. (Verse 2) I'm on a mission, lyrically gifted, no facade, Carving out my path like a sharp, lethal broadsword. From the gutter to the top, I rise above the strife, Every line I drop, be cuttin' like a surgeon's knife. I'm the verbal assassin, spitting flames with precision, No room for mediocrity, this is my decision. I dismantle weak flows with a verbal artistry, Carcasses left behind, a testament to my mastery. (Chorus) Banger beats slapping, hitting hard, never lacking, Reverb from the streets, you feel the impact stacking. Kershaw sharp, stabbing through the wackness, Disposing the carcass, leaving no room for slackness. (Verse 3) I'm a lyrical beast, words flow like a rapid river, Slaying competition, making believers shiver. My flow's so sick, it's an epidemic, I leave the carcasses of rappers, it's systemic. The streets are my stage, and I'm the main attraction, The beats be banging, causing seismic reactions. I rise above, carving my name in the concrete, A rap innovator, leaving wackness in defeat. (Chorus) Banger beats slapping, hitting hard, never lacking, Reverb from the streets, you feel the impact stacking. Kershaw sharp, stabbing through the wackness, Disposing the carcass, leaving no room for slackness. (Outro) So remember my name, 'cause I'm the one and only, With banger beats slapping, leaving y'all lonely. Kershaw sharp on the stabbed carp disposal, I'm the rap reaper, leaving no trace of the posers.
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