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Stay Tuned(Beat by Soulker)

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Lyrics: I've been biding my time, biting my tongue, writing my rhymes, that just ain't enough, To capture your minds, worth no second thoughts, but fuck its fine, best has yet to come. This bomb is on a timer, I've been outta mind for bouta dime only I'm riper, for the picking, the piper, sent the bill nd I paid, all the hell that I gave, aint gone be shit compared to what I have yet to say. Given the rage, nd will in him filling a page is, easy to kill on a feat is as simple as killing a fetus, when kickin the facts, nd flipping a script, then I'm picking up ink and I'm leaving my mark like an adlib, Frigid nd chill, imma spit it, until, yall a know the drill, like I'm a black nd Decker, Rigid he built, Yall rickety, fickle, weak, and to me krill, Meant to be mentally fucked like a film, Cough up the cost, that's killing a bill, Pinnacle still, while them so below me, might as well blow me, cause I been lonely, Up at the top, but bred for the spot, nd yall cant cut mustard, I'm calling balogne. Goose nd the stoli, pukin the proof, nd that's solely, styles free cause no one owns me, Yet grind to eat cause no one knows me, Woe is me, like whoa when I wow wit flows that I've woven, like towels, The mind is on racing at miles an hour, like powers that be, I spit nuclear showers, Nd preach shit, unholy, you reap when we sow these, without inkling of ever slowing, imma keep going Minding mine like a mine but I be Knowing it's a battle, up a slope steep, But the mantle, is so close, feet wanna drag but, never can, go ham nd snap when I do not be, (Hook) Black dont crack but the mold do, been a quack, triple fat, yet a cold goose, Run it back, Bo Jack, son a cuckoo, wit a few cubes in a glass of the clear booze, Out the clear blue, came a monster, wit gusto conjured, cut throat bonkers, n cuts no dockers, Uh that slack for the rap imposters, Tack or dagger bars, with a splash of shards, A mother fuckers on point, like the Sears tower, Nd fuck the main hook, that appears dour, Cause from yall point of view, I may appear downward, Cloud gate, Time to slay the cowards, Claim the prowess, Shits goin down like may day yet they push up flowers, My reign like april showers, With an Acid base, now the beat devoured, Yall dont wanna feel'em, like ya styles cramped, But I dont wanna kidding'em like, i baby sat, Cause I dont feel you neither, nor feel the need to, Lift up ya spirit, like I raised a glass, Lifting the bar from, boredom to stardom, stardust off of my parca, Nd yall dont really want the problems, Back nd fourths, like trying to park a mother fucking Limousine, My neck of the woods on a guillotine, Shoulda coulda woulda, but you wouldnt flee, Butterfly flow nd a killer bee killer sting, Itd be a killing spree, If I'd aim at emcees, but they already (wack)ed, Nd dismissing me's like wit a calm sea, till its rocking ya raft (Hook) #SYLA #STAYTUNED @moderator_en #bmbest #bmvideo #rapfame

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3 years ago

So its safe to say each one of your songs are lit. 🔥

You're the level of lyricism that feeds mine to elevate ✍🧠 Respect homie 🙏 gotta collab sooner or later @nes_e

3 years ago

jeez ur consistently ill AF on all the songs.. good shit

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