Chillin
Chilling with my boy syd in the studio, He got that wicked wordplay, scrabblin with the flow, I'm chillin kicked backed like a old stereo, And we gonna make it big regardless of how it go, And if you didn't know, You gonna therefore, I'm pulling up in the yard in a 65 galaxy 4 door, With the trunk thumping harder than before , Thumping so hard its raddlin the doors, Chest gettin sore, so I turn it up a lil more , Bass like bombs spreading blood and gore, I stayed in school and did all my chores, But wasn't in the pew singing with chorus, I was out in the woods reckless with no remorse, Out in the forest, looking for something to bring back for us, ~~~ So let's discuss, How I got yo back and brother I trust, It's a must, we can disagree but no fuss, These other rappers we leaving in the dust, And they can bite it, But no matter how much they kick n fight it, They'll never be quite as tight, like when a bulbs flickering light , Inside it!, We have decided, the game we taking over like a riot, And it might get, a little outta hand, But ill be damned if just stand , I'ma bust back and demand, Like settlers stealing the land, And I'm still shouting out like a mad man, As the last sand falls with the tick of the minute hand. Gahdamn (Ayo Grey Gets these mf,) im goin back in again! ~~~ I cant pretend to be these posers friends, I wish this trend would end, Like why did it begin again?, It makes me wanna rock a mf's chin, With a devilish grin, Count down from 10, And rock that mf again , Cause I'ma chillin in a rocking chair , Look at me crazy ,Hell you can even stare , But dont provoke me, I wouldnt ever dare, Because I'm coming out swinging, ripping n grabbin hair, Till it tears, Like hanging you on the fence by ya underwear, Man I swear, Y'all better prepare, I'm dropping bars like bombs Atomic warfare, You better find cover somewhere, Pray and swear, To never come around anywere near, Cause I smell the fake shit and the fear, I'll rip your face off while the crowd cheers, Screams and pounds beers, Your like the headlights reflecting off the eyes of these deer, And that gives me an idear, To just go ahead an end all of ya careers, Like the end is near, ~~~ Apocalyptic, But dont trip, or fall or slip, Over my dick real quick, You know that I'm well equipped, With a sick stick, Made to bust all in ya mamas lips, Y'all need to get a grip, And get the chip, off ya shoulder, Me n dyson dropping bars like boulders, Sippin a cup of folgers, With 10,000 of our soldiers, ~~~ You sold yours to not be poor, Greedy, beggin for more You're rotten to the core, But dont believe the folklore, There's more instore, Were overstocked with these lil groupie whores, They wanna make movies, But I'm too busy beatin' my high score. Oh lordt, And the scores are higher than expected, Chronically tested, Take my lyrics and mentally ingest 'em, cluster fucked They're infested, Because I take all my time and invest it , Get this weight off my chest, dealing with these pest, Witha homie like Dyson, you know that I'm blessed Hell with the rest, We the best, Be my guest, Put us to the test.
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Chilling with my boy syd in the studio, He got that wicked wordplay, scrabblin with the flow, I'm chillin kicked backed like a old stereo, And we gonna make it big regardless of how it go, And if you didn't know, You gonna therefore, I'm pulling up in the yard in a 65 galaxy 4 door, With the trunk thumping harder than before , Thumping so hard its raddlin the doors, Chest gettin sore, so I turn it up a lil more , Bass like bombs spreading blood and gore, I stayed in school and did all my chores, But wasn't in the pew singing with chorus, I was out in the woods reckless with no remorse, Out in the forest, looking for something to bring back for us, ~~~ So let's discuss, How I got yo back and brother I trust, It's a must, we can disagree but no fuss, These other rappers we leaving in the dust, And they can bite it, But no matter how much they kick n fight it, They'll never be quite as tight, like when a bulbs flickering light , Inside it!, We have decided, the game we taking over like a riot, And it might get, a little outta hand, But ill be damned if just stand , I'ma bust back and demand, Like settlers stealing the land, And I'm still shouting out like a mad man, As the last sand falls with the tick of the minute hand. Gahdamn (Ayo Grey Gets these mf,) im goin back in again! ~~~ I cant pretend to be these posers friends, I wish this trend would end, Like why did it begin again?, It makes me wanna rock a mf's chin, With a devilish grin, Count down from 10, And rock that mf again , Cause I'ma chillin in a rocking chair , Look at me crazy ,Hell you can even stare , But dont provoke me, I wouldnt ever dare, Because I'm coming out swinging, ripping n grabbin hair, Till it tears, Like hanging you on the fence by ya underwear, Man I swear, Y'all better prepare, I'm dropping bars like bombs Atomic warfare, You better find cover somewhere, Pray and swear, To never come around anywere near, Cause I smell the fake shit and the fear, I'll rip your face off while the crowd cheers, Screams and pounds beers, Your like the headlights reflecting off the eyes of these deer, And that gives me an idear, To just go ahead an end all of ya careers, Like the end is near, ~~~ Apocalyptic, But dont trip, or fall or slip, Over my dick real quick, You know that I'm well equipped, With a sick stick, Made to bust all in ya mamas lips, Y'all need to get a grip, And get the chip, off ya shoulder, Me n dyson dropping bars like boulders, Sippin a cup of folgers, With 10,000 of our soldiers, ~~~ You sold yours to not be poor, Greedy, beggin for more You're rotten to the core, But dont believe the folklore, There's more instore, Were overstocked with these lil groupie whores, They wanna make movies, But I'm too busy beatin' my high score. Oh lordt, And the scores are higher than expected, Chronically tested, Take my lyrics and mentally ingest 'em, cluster fucked They're infested, Because I take all my time and invest it , Get this weight off my chest, dealing with these pest, Witha homie like Dyson, you know that I'm blessed Hell with the rest, We the best, Be my guest, Put us to the test.
Here are my scores: Bars: 9/10 Delivery: 9/10 Impression: 9/10
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