I'm an in-house killa, comin st ypustraight from RapFame,
I'm an in-house killa, comin st ypustraight from RapFame, Step into the cypher and witness us changin' up the game. We don't bark through the screen, we just step inside the room, With a wicked-ass grin that can guarantee your doom. when it comes to my crew remember its dangerous to assume we Got the underground locked, because every verse is a blade, Countin' bodies on the app, watch 'em wither in the shade. This a closed-door operation, strictly for the crew, A lyrical nightmare comin' straight for you. Spit venom in the cypher till the speakers start to smoke, You think it's just music till you're career starts' to choke! suddenly you hear the deadbolt click, guess there's no runnin' out the back, When the inhouse killas step in and drop a track. Turn the lights out, let the heavy bass bang, We the kings of the underground, let the sirens rang! We pullin' up on sight, handle business on the floor, Leave a tag on your toe, then we slide out the door. No talkin' to the cops, we don't leave a single trace, And you can't say anything becaue you don't know my name and have never seen my face, You only know my voice, and it’s the last thing you'll ever wanna hear, make a choice quick, the ending is drawing near Yeah! Hit 'em from the inside, silent with the strike, Got a crew of juggalos riotin' the mic! Pass the torch, pass the blade, pass the track to the next, Leave 'em twitchin' on the floor from the audio hex. It’s a RapFame collab, yeah, we linkin' up the chains, In-house heavyweights with lightning fast lyrics floating around in our brains. We don't need the industry, we built our own house, Now we hunting down the fakes like a cat with a mouse. Hear the laughter in the walls? Yeah, the circus is in town, Burn the whole studio to the goddamn ground! We heavy with the weight, yeah, we heavy with the style, Leave the competition runnin' for a country mile. You stepped into the trap and you sealed your own fate, Locked in with the real while we pullin' up the gate! It's a closed-door meeting, you ain't got the code, Watch the empire crumble while the speakers explode. Crushin' any weak vibe that steps in the zone, The in-house killas just claimed the damn throne! (Outro - Dark Whispers and Footsteps) Yeah... no hooks, no chorus, just a straight-up hit. RapFame crew. Ghost in the booth. Clean up the mess and lock the door. Nowhere left to run...
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I'm an in-house killa, comin st ypustraight from RapFame, Step into the cypher and witness us changin' up the game. We don't bark through the screen, we just step inside the room, With a wicked-ass grin that can guarantee your doom. when it comes to my crew remember its dangerous to assume we Got the underground locked, because every verse is a blade, Countin' bodies on the app, watch 'em wither in the shade. This a closed-door operation, strictly for the crew, A lyrical nightmare comin' straight for you. Spit venom in the cypher till the speakers start to smoke, You think it's just music till you're career starts' to choke! suddenly you hear the deadbolt click, guess there's no runnin' out the back, When the inhouse killas step in and drop a track. Turn the lights out, let the heavy bass bang, We the kings of the underground, let the sirens rang! We pullin' up on sight, handle business on the floor, Leave a tag on your toe, then we slide out the door. No talkin' to the cops, we don't leave a single trace, And you can't say anything becaue you don't know my name and have never seen my face, You only know my voice, and it’s the last thing you'll ever wanna hear, make a choice quick, the ending is drawing near Yeah! Hit 'em from the inside, silent with the strike, Got a crew of juggalos riotin' the mic! Pass the torch, pass the blade, pass the track to the next, Leave 'em twitchin' on the floor from the audio hex. It’s a RapFame collab, yeah, we linkin' up the chains, In-house heavyweights with lightning fast lyrics floating around in our brains. We don't need the industry, we built our own house, Now we hunting down the fakes like a cat with a mouse. Hear the laughter in the walls? Yeah, the circus is in town, Burn the whole studio to the goddamn ground! We heavy with the weight, yeah, we heavy with the style, Leave the competition runnin' for a country mile. You stepped into the trap and you sealed your own fate, Locked in with the real while we pullin' up the gate! It's a closed-door meeting, you ain't got the code, Watch the empire crumble while the speakers explode. Crushin' any weak vibe that steps in the zone, The in-house killas just claimed the damn throne! (Outro - Dark Whispers and Footsteps) Yeah... no hooks, no chorus, just a straight-up hit. RapFame crew. Ghost in the booth. Clean up the mess and lock the door. Nowhere left to run...
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