Snakes N Fakin
šµ Song Title: Snakes N Fakinā šÆ Verse 1 (16 Bars): Yo, Iām surgical witā verbs, words cut through your epidermā, Burn like herbs in a sermon, Iām preachinā every term, Iron lung, son, Iām breathinā smoke inside the cipher, Raw like uncut coke, no ghostwriter, Iām the writer, Venom drip off the pen tip, toxic like a cobra, Flow sick, flip scripts, call it verbal ebola, Iām the grim reaper in sneakers, speak ether through speakers, Rhyme deeper than preachers, my lines reachinā believers, Iām the spark in the dark, when they bark, I ignite it, Every mark get scarred when I start, I recite it, Heavy metal mentality, bars bang like artillery, Kill a beat casually, tragedy, no sympathy, Wu Tang slang through the vein, Iām a warlord, Menace to the madness, every sentence is a sword, Cut clean through the fake, I donāt play, Iām amazinā, Rhyme scheme blazinā, flow stay raisinā like Cajun. š„ Verse 2 (16 Bars): Iām from the block where the whispers turn to gun sounds, Trust none, even famā might let the sun down, Talk slick, Iāmma twist words like a dreadlock, Truth hit harder than the thud from a headshot, Built mine from the bottom, brick over betrayal, Every loss was a lesson, I prevail through the hail, Aināt no luck, just hustle and them long cold nights, Tryna stack till the ceiling while I sharpen my fight, Never begged for respect, I bled for the name, Stayed silent through the rain, now Iām fed from the pain, Pure flame when I spit, they canāt mimic my stance, Got that Mathematics in my breath, itās that lyrical trance, See the snakes in the grass when the moonlight hit, I donāt talk, I just move, thatās that OG witā, Iām the proof that the truth still cut through the fakinā, Every barās a scar, Iām the storm they awaken.
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šµ Song Title: Snakes N Fakinā šÆ Verse 1 (16 Bars): Yo, Iām surgical witā verbs, words cut through your epidermā, Burn like herbs in a sermon, Iām preachinā every term, Iron lung, son, Iām breathinā smoke inside the cipher, Raw like uncut coke, no ghostwriter, Iām the writer, Venom drip off the pen tip, toxic like a cobra, Flow sick, flip scripts, call it verbal ebola, Iām the grim reaper in sneakers, speak ether through speakers, Rhyme deeper than preachers, my lines reachinā believers, Iām the spark in the dark, when they bark, I ignite it, Every mark get scarred when I start, I recite it, Heavy metal mentality, bars bang like artillery, Kill a beat casually, tragedy, no sympathy, Wu Tang slang through the vein, Iām a warlord, Menace to the madness, every sentence is a sword, Cut clean through the fake, I donāt play, Iām amazinā, Rhyme scheme blazinā, flow stay raisinā like Cajun. š„ Verse 2 (16 Bars): Iām from the block where the whispers turn to gun sounds, Trust none, even famā might let the sun down, Talk slick, Iāmma twist words like a dreadlock, Truth hit harder than the thud from a headshot, Built mine from the bottom, brick over betrayal, Every loss was a lesson, I prevail through the hail, Aināt no luck, just hustle and them long cold nights, Tryna stack till the ceiling while I sharpen my fight, Never begged for respect, I bled for the name, Stayed silent through the rain, now Iām fed from the pain, Pure flame when I spit, they canāt mimic my stance, Got that Mathematics in my breath, itās that lyrical trance, See the snakes in the grass when the moonlight hit, I donāt talk, I just move, thatās that OG witā, Iām the proof that the truth still cut through the fakinā, Every barās a scar, Iām the storm they awaken.
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