PRODUCED BY NICO ON THE BEAT #chopb4thestorm #bmvideo #bmbest @bmvideo @bmbest #DETON8 #stormef5 #hoodthreatrecords #hoodthreat #coversbysaint #2020heat #unsignedrapper #undergroundartist #hiphop #lyricism #bmfeatured #pickoftheweek (Verse1) (Sin Gambit) Look who's back on the Mic again Book bag on my back full of knives and pins The vibe depends on what kind of utensil I feel like writing with Slicing limbs nice an thin, Just right to fit them inside of Whatever devices I have decided to try and hide them in Body count higher then I anticipated admiring Hiring hits for my own assassination is tiring I am so uninspired yet, my fires lit And I'm trying to catch an ignite my entire wick Boom! Kill everything within range of me You're endangering yourself if you anger me Ain't no exceptions The risks are the same for me Fuck negotiating or debating the situation You're facing elimination no aim or discrimination (Verse 2) (Storm EF5) on the verge of overkill, I hold the quill, when the words overflow n spill Youll know it's real, when da mic ignites n , explodes , ya dome gets peeled, n bones are prone to get thrown in fields, i combust, load n wield da glowing steel, the old souls i stole are mine alone to wheel n deaĺ. And that's when both edges of my pen, get sharpened/ like an axe head, I grind it till it's thin, but hardened/ as I be-gin slashing I carve them till the scars stick/ with this black Bic , I mastered rap quick a passionate artist// knives Rip through the flesh ,and cries heard/ no tissues left ,as I hurt/ bitch crews, i bet they die first/ and all that's used, is weaponized words// a dyna-miite lined earth thats Wired to timers N I smirk as body parts disperse when landmines burst. (Sirius issues ) I’m that crazy neighbor waving You stay away from Cuz he’s dangerous So if you ever see him, Don’t even say nothin’ Just save your breath Cuz once he gets a hold of you, You can bet that you’ll savor death I’ve heard that he writes verses on skin Cuz paper is flavorless He’s got acres of strangers dead Laid to waste, and then laid to rest Basement shelves are just full Of momentos taken from favorite guests They’ve even called the cops But he just escapes He’s a major threat Cuz he’s got secret passages in his house To evade arrest So if by chance he’s there when you get to raid You’re in jeopardy In his house is a bomb And it’s armed. He rigged it to detonate In his palm is the trigger And he’ll be wanting to press the gauge As he slips into a tunnel And again gets away