3RoundCypher:ProvingGround (Feat. CrAkDaGod & NoPri$e)
Beat: Smoke That Beat by: Profetesa Beats Lyrics: U need to watch what you say, Or I Might do it for you, Get Clocked in the face, Straight struck like high noon š Imma monster, I conquer, When conjuring thoughts(thots), like a fatherless daughter whoās mom is an op (Where did I go Wrong!) In her opticals Non-fickle, Don-to-be-Pawn, With a knife in my back, and a wrath like Iām God, Never capped, never act, anti-daggers Nd cloaks, Till I croak, Iāmma go like my cocks in throat, All in, Nd Slap my balls on ya chinny chin, Im a pen ink king pin, you mockingāem thinking Yo raps is phat, fuck it in a sense it fits, Cause every thing you say up in a track is counterfeit(counter fit) SYLA bitch, You fuckers better bounce like checks, You clout chase for the cheddar, then you sound like rats, I out pace you, im better Nd Iām bout my raps, Nd Ghost fame, till the veterans who proved the path, Iām proving show respect to the pen I grasp, Head Lights Flash, bitch you donāt wanna cross my path, Or anyoneās up in the crew, we settle shit wit whoever, Have ya homies pouring a fifth out for you V for Vendetta, Real recognize real, But yāall be looking funny, Avoidāem all like them mother fuckers looking for me, The Only time you blowinās IT like clown porn, my mouth pure coke, Nd so dope you get hooked if you bump me Rap circles round you dead beats Like a mummy, If you aināt hanging up the rap shit, you sleeping on me, Iām batshit, sick as wuhan flu, yāall just some bitch made men callāem Tu Wong Fu. Bitch! CrAk Da God @BloodChapo 50 caliber Crak watch me damage the track Busting these fruits open like Gallagherās back Iām like make sure my shit mixed right cause if I get hype Iāll have your producer and manager clapped No man want war wit Conan the barbarian No one want to spar wit me my bars scaring them Why is yāall afraid of me is it cause I treat tracks like some graves then let the bars bury him Rap is my bitch and I treat her right Got em like Damn he is nice Why else am I co-signed by tatu Jesus Christ And my body full of tattoos āJesus Christ ā Crak ride for his crew heād give his life So you better be cool and follow this advice Donāt fuck wit SYLA or Iāmma leave your house lit up no Christmas lights youāll just get these pipe Talk street shit I lived that life And Iām old school like dick van dyke I nick at nite Iāve shot guns off had bricks of white Been in a cell wit a guy that killed his wife (FACTS) My flow is so raw and authentic bars are god gifted Nes said letās do this I was all wit it Gun loaded now all of yāall get it The best bet is you cats better stay out of dogs business And I dog bitches none of em shit My gun is my bitch she like when I shove in her clip Itās like Iām rubbing her clit Then I cock it put my finger in and start bussing that bitch If she to loud i silence her like shut up ya bitch Itās SYLA you know we running this shit NoPri$e- @DefiantDialect Iām just a dude like Devin But I move with the weapon, All I drop is hot shit, Better watch where you steppin Stand at attention, Salute the squad, Lemme ask you a question, You ready to die? Cause I am, Iām living on borrowed time, Fuck ya rhymes, You blow like a category five Fucking amateurs Walter; Big Lebowski Pull a pistol in a crowd, Point it at Jesus if you doubt me, Kill ya mind state, Increase the crime rate You dead weight like an unemployed fatbitch That doesnāt give blow jobs, shit Useless Hereās my two cents, Punch ya toothless, abusive Imma fucking prick, slap ya momma with my dick Thatās the gist of it, dissmiss the bitch Imma hypocrite Cause I tell a trick I love her then I dip Just to go and get the chips Im sicker than a mass grave Every line CrAk, Fuck wit Nes, heāll send ya to god, Said you trynna find that, All black, with the mask to match, Been doing dirt shit, Since the cabbage patch You actorsā laughs, Said you gunna show me? Iād send you the addy but you faggots prolly try to blow me, Wendyās, I got beef for days, Cause I call a bitch a bitch, Like they Kennel trained Iāll slice my veins, Wit a hundred razor blades before I bow down, thatās just how Iām raised, Stay above you, my thoughts fly high, Never believe the lies, use more than my eyes. (Who The Fuck Are You?!) CrAk Da God No Pri$e āNO GIMMICKS REAL LIFE, I LIVE ITā āSO ITS BAR AFTER BAR IMMA GIVEāEM ALL CRAKā āAINāT THE TYPE YOU WANNA PLAY WITā NES We Repping #SYLA Support Your Local Mutha Fuckin Artists #SYLA šš½@modertor_en šš½ @moder_judge_en @rapfamebest #ThreeRoundCypher #2K21 #202Juan #BarAfterBarImmaGiveEmAllCrak #NoGimmicksRealLifeILiveIt #ProvingGround #FeaturedFecalMaterial #FeatureDissDick #BmHipHop #RapFame
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