“Two Shots Less”

I spit like a furnace, melt mics in my grip, Every verse like a round in a full metal clip. The streets raised a prophet, I was carved by the pain, Now I baptize beats in kerosene flames. I’m a thug with a scripture, my gospel is war, Every rhyme that I drop cut veins to the core. I’m the ghost in the alley, the king with no crown, When I speak, even silence gotta bow down. I’m the voice of the gutter, the flame in the rain, Every scar on my body is a stripe I gained. Touch more green than the NFL field, But my currency’s respect, that’s the weapon I wield. I spit heavy bars, let the world feel the weight, Carved from the struggle, baptized by hate. Two shots less than a nine on the waist, Still deadly with my pen, leave no time to waste. [Outro] Yeah… heavy bars, no gimmicks, no lies, Just a thug with a scripture and the truth in in his eyes. War in my soul, but I walk with the flame, When the beat cut off, they still remember thy name. @rapfame_official @rapfame_ar_team @hennofreestyleking TSP!!