Sirens
In the distance I hear sirens. True shit I'm firing. Right from the dome these beats I'm frying like a pound of bacon. My sound is sacred. The type of shit you can bump around in your basement and all throughout your whole house. I rap this shit with my whole mouth making your grandpa's ears bleed and scream "It's too loud." I come through with the true sound. You wanna test my style then you can learn what I'm truly about. I'm a rapper who's not afraid to wrestle in your backyard and expose these fake ass bitches who try to act hard. I'll scratch, claw, attack, scar. You're up against a rap fiend who packs bars with no regard for human life and I'll be proven right after I beat your ass and steal your shoes and tights. When I choose to fight I leave all the competition out of commission with broken bones and shit and completely homeless. I hear sirens coming because of all the bodies that I've laid out. They think behind bars is where I should be placed now. But behind bars is where I'm safe now spitting lyrical flames which get me all the women who are caked out. I batter these beats like a street mob jumping an innocent person for their street job. Real shit is what I speak on and I coast around the track with ease just like a sweet jog. Rapping circles around all these stupid phonies who have yet to prove or show me what they are capable of making them useless only. If you ain't part of my crew or homies then you liable to also get chewed up slowly or used for only target practice. I'm the largest savage who creates carnage and madness. Whether it be the new or old me, I'm still on top like a divorced mom who's lonely. I'm just too cold G. But I still produce hot fire flows. I'm off the wire with the lines I wrote. My songs inspire hope while yall just whine, cry and mope. Fake ass guys who try to shine but don't. If you think you're cool you're getting cooked. It could be anytime, anywhere I don't care how the setting looks. Let me get my net and hooks the way these haters get caught. Dissected by Jess and digested good.
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In the distance I hear sirens. True shit I'm firing. Right from the dome these beats I'm frying like a pound of bacon. My sound is sacred. The type of shit you can bump around in your basement and all throughout your whole house. I rap this shit with my whole mouth making your grandpa's ears bleed and scream "It's too loud." I come through with the true sound. You wanna test my style then you can learn what I'm truly about. I'm a rapper who's not afraid to wrestle in your backyard and expose these fake ass bitches who try to act hard. I'll scratch, claw, attack, scar. You're up against a rap fiend who packs bars with no regard for human life and I'll be proven right after I beat your ass and steal your shoes and tights. When I choose to fight I leave all the competition out of commission with broken bones and shit and completely homeless. I hear sirens coming because of all the bodies that I've laid out. They think behind bars is where I should be placed now. But behind bars is where I'm safe now spitting lyrical flames which get me all the women who are caked out. I batter these beats like a street mob jumping an innocent person for their street job. Real shit is what I speak on and I coast around the track with ease just like a sweet jog. Rapping circles around all these stupid phonies who have yet to prove or show me what they are capable of making them useless only. If you ain't part of my crew or homies then you liable to also get chewed up slowly or used for only target practice. I'm the largest savage who creates carnage and madness. Whether it be the new or old me, I'm still on top like a divorced mom who's lonely. I'm just too cold G. But I still produce hot fire flows. I'm off the wire with the lines I wrote. My songs inspire hope while yall just whine, cry and mope. Fake ass guys who try to shine but don't. If you think you're cool you're getting cooked. It could be anytime, anywhere I don't care how the setting looks. Let me get my net and hooks the way these haters get caught. Dissected by Jess and digested good.