🔥 Song Title: “Slash Ya”
🔥 Song Title: “Slash Ya” Verse 1 :BigTyyy 16bars Yo, I’m the blade in the booth, cut truth through the static, Verbal assassin, my grammar do damage, it’s graphic. Slash ya—like I’m drawin’ blood on the canvas, Bars so savage, they vanish like magic, tragic. I’m that cold grip, slick tongue, soul ripper, Split scripts quicker than triggers from old hitters. Gold drippin’, but the pain in my veins thicker, I don’t fold, I unload—watch the frame flicker. I’m the ghost in the fog, that whisper of vengeance, Sentenced to sentence—every line is a weapon. Lessons from legends, my essence relentless, Pressure on peasants, I step with intentions. Slice through your aura, leave cuts in your aura, Rap horror, I torch mics, call the coroner. BIGTYYY to the madness, I’m raw to the core bruh, Slash ya for sport—now the floor need a mourner.
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🔥 Song Title: “Slash Ya” Verse 1 :BigTyyy 16bars Yo, I’m the blade in the booth, cut truth through the static, Verbal assassin, my grammar do damage, it’s graphic. Slash ya—like I’m drawin’ blood on the canvas, Bars so savage, they vanish like magic, tragic. I’m that cold grip, slick tongue, soul ripper, Split scripts quicker than triggers from old hitters. Gold drippin’, but the pain in my veins thicker, I don’t fold, I unload—watch the frame flicker. I’m the ghost in the fog, that whisper of vengeance, Sentenced to sentence—every line is a weapon. Lessons from legends, my essence relentless, Pressure on peasants, I step with intentions. Slice through your aura, leave cuts in your aura, Rap horror, I torch mics, call the coroner. BIGTYYY to the madness, I’m raw to the core bruh, Slash ya for sport—now the floor need a mourner.
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