Nah(Beat By Robert Tar)
Beat By: Robert Tar *SYLA* Lyrics: Hakuna-Matata My dude, Iām an out of it nodder Bin laden spit, Dropping a bomb Nd shit, Slob on my knob or get Blown to bits Nd kibbles, for them pit bulls type of villain when filling that booth, Shit be lit like a duece, I Brown paper bagged, then left on a stoop, Cruising fifty fifth ave Nd rapping over used, Drum tracks like my whip is a venue(Avenue) Wit stay lit as that witch tit, (Salem) One commonly known to be pissed with, (hateāem) But imma stay antagonistic, When I spit till I drop or get too old to lift Bics, Sides at least I aināt trying so hard to blow, That I suck seed As an emcee, Like most up in this circuit who envy, Nd reinventing they self, just to succeed, Imma steady be me, Mr. Nes_E yes he readily be, Stabbing at pads like I stabbed atcha ex, No hatchet, no axe, I meant with my meat, But better save that, for the next track, Imma beatnik, To ya damn camp, Nick a beat quick, Like a flash in the pan, then I beat, verbally stomp Nd thief fans, Got peeps like a glance, Cause They donāt usually last but my family band together with bonds that wonāt wither whatever the weather man, that shit donāt let up been Fooled by a get up yet, Being let down only pushed me to get up been, Fed so much shit that Iām fed up, yeah Fuck an ex, and a friend, yāall donāt get love, Yāall get half of that deuce chucked, Nd thatās that birdie no put put, Nd that you could sit Nd spin, thout no lubricant, like a buttplug, on But since Iām off them getting to me, Itās fuck it I got no more enemies, But itās kill or be killed in this industry so Iāll either clap after ya set, Or clap right back then leave, (Fiftyone fifty cal spit, Snakes up in my shit, finna mow my lawn, Really yāall aināt about shit, When Iām on my shit, better run that crown, Up in my zone, yāall got that sound that I loath, Oh, Yāall can and canāt Fuck with the flow, cause canāt none of yāall fucking flow, nah) Hip hop finna get a pop to the jaw toppingāem all āfore I get to toppling dawgs, Raw with the baba but they going Betty bye bye when I drop bars, Better be on Fetty wap, Permanent wink, If ya napping on me don, With a legion of predominantly dumb teens on bust a piece āfore a decent piece, Sun heat dawned on a filament, ill and a villain, Iām a beast Just Check the nom de plum, Hocking a flow darker then babaDook, Spit like a barber do, Shit up in my medulla Could decapitate a Terminator, Like a dueler Rhymes innovative renovator, Mike Shinoda, Might skin a hater wit a tang a Mike Caruba, Likable humor with two cents like dabloons Ya mic buffoons are softer then some Marmaduke, Iām bouta go like (Haduken) When I write, my muse got a bruise him abusing that use in amusement like huffing fumes in a pt cruiser, Peavey Groove Nd spittin E.T. Lewd when Iām a knee deep type a guy, donāt mind losing, Thief me Mike n Ikeās while yāall looting, That Meep Meep, type of fly define too sick, A flu ridden dude wit a little bit of youth left, So my aims to go terminal, Raping a third of the beat till Iām turning her to a was once normal now so unnerving swerving the whip with a fifth in her liver an eighth in her lungs and a base in her sniffer too, Then Peter piping this flirty floozie wit a dirty movie in the background crude, Then I crack pipe, anal in a damp back room Like Woo! (Hook) #SYLA #FeatureDissDick fuck @moderator_en #DontAtMeBruh #OnMyShit @rapfamebest #2K20 #BMgrind #Rap #Bars #BmHipHop #RapFame #5150CalSpit #BettaRunDaCrown #BRDC #NahPt2 @moder_judge_en #FeaturedMaterial
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