Lil Dušan-Last Stand Vase Breaker-(3D mic audio) (Official audio).
Verse 1: Yo, I step in the booth, motherfucker, crown on my dome, King of the underground, turn your whole block to my throne. Bitches talk slick but they fold when the pressure get real, I’m built like a tank, spill your guts, leave you feelin’ like steel. Fuck the fake love, I been grindin’ through hell and back, Stackin’ these racks while you haters just tweet and react. Pussy ass opps plottin’ schemes in the dark, get clapped, I’m the storm in the night, lightning strike, leave your whole crew flat. Verse 2: We ballin’ outrageous, no brakes on this shit, Profane with the flow, every bar a legit hit. Middle finger to doubters, watch the empire rise, I’m the illest alive—fuck around, meet your demise. Verse 3: Smoke clouds in the whip, windows tinted, exhaust blowin’ loud, City lights flash like my chain, got the streets in a shroud. You dream of the top, I’m already parked in that bitch, Countin’ blue faces while your bitch suck the dick of my clique. No cap in my rap, every line forged in pain and fire, Turned my scars to stars, now the universe admire. Haters gettin’ bodied, autopsy read “tried to compete,” I’m eternal, you temporary—delete, motherfucker, delete.
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Verse 1: Yo, I step in the booth, motherfucker, crown on my dome, King of the underground, turn your whole block to my throne. Bitches talk slick but they fold when the pressure get real, I’m built like a tank, spill your guts, leave you feelin’ like steel. Fuck the fake love, I been grindin’ through hell and back, Stackin’ these racks while you haters just tweet and react. Pussy ass opps plottin’ schemes in the dark, get clapped, I’m the storm in the night, lightning strike, leave your whole crew flat. Verse 2: We ballin’ outrageous, no brakes on this shit, Profane with the flow, every bar a legit hit. Middle finger to doubters, watch the empire rise, I’m the illest alive—fuck around, meet your demise. Verse 3: Smoke clouds in the whip, windows tinted, exhaust blowin’ loud, City lights flash like my chain, got the streets in a shroud. You dream of the top, I’m already parked in that bitch, Countin’ blue faces while your bitch suck the dick of my clique. No cap in my rap, every line forged in pain and fire, Turned my scars to stars, now the universe admire. Haters gettin’ bodied, autopsy read “tried to compete,” I’m eternal, you temporary—delete, motherfucker, delete.