shoot right through you
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•23 Jun 2021
boom blast area is drastic, mushroom cloud flow infatic, spewing lighting bolts worth of static, slowly taking your breath turning you asthmatic, building the fan base with no schematic, 3 round burst flow flipped to automatic, keeping the broke people finatic, ive been poor my whole life thats why im Democratic, to feel spiritual in my rhymes i aint got to be dogmatic, battling me boy will be so traumatic, trying to fill my shoes youll find it problematic, reach oversea people im so diplomatic, flipping all these words like its acrobatic, I feel this deep in my guts i feel it in my pancreatic, im so excited about this im so charismatic, im so 4D with this it's cinematic, quickest way to success is being yourself, trying rebuttal me is horrible for your health, moving quicly through my position with stealth, firing tank bombs on my competition, shooting right through minds with sniper like precision, ive got freight train verbs bout make collision, coming from nowhere leaving you indecision, my bombs hit and take out a whole subdivision, taking away your man hood like a circumcision, give a hand gun to shoot out your television, this aint science its just basic addition, you couldn't even get on my team you couldn't even make it to the audition, ive been dealing lyrical ass whoppings like its tradition, youve been lying to your fans like a politician, people co-signing my rhymes like petition, make opposition disappear like a magician, this is a lone wolf effort im playing position, selling my underground bars like abolition, most of you lack the ambitioun, leaving you laid out on the stsge better call the physician, dont pray for me pray for the opposition, yall got your bitch ass hands out waiting for proposition, yall should of went to college and got on tuition, I got cancerous flows hitting your brain its too progressive no remission, you cant fool me even once i trust my gut and intuition, your broke down rhymes cant even turm over an ignition, just dead ass rappers thst cant even turn into a apparition. but telling you this is rhetorical, but just collabing on track will make you historical, but the likelihood of that happening makes the last bar metaphorical, but your delivery isn't economical, the price for me to ghost write is astronomical, when i die theyll be so interested in my genius they will dissect my neurological, They take thesis of my recordings and teach it to the theological, My cerebral warfare it's psychological, but destroying my competition is pathological, investing in my empire is ideological, im woke so much Im paranoid so alien to hating humanoid, but I dont trust em, most will step on yout skull just to survive, im trying to work symbiotic with my crew like a bee hive, thats easy becuase the team is me and my woman, chopping down competition like a woodsman, drawing out these people under a ocean, the water is my fresh new emotion, with out warning im dropping bombs just to hear the explosion, just to watch my competitions lovers turn into my promotion, my serial killer flow has me saying you gets the lotion or you gets the hose again, I destoy dreams and wake up to dead bodies like whats the commotion? spitting on mic till the inside starts corrosion, im a freight train so locomotion, just destoying my opps until someone start to get the notion, im focused and never rested from a genius devotion, reverse blew your mind into a implosion, Im rising clearly at the top and your getting a demotion, im using the dead bodies of your beats i killed as a foundation, im using all thought provoking ideas as my sensation, beating my opps with money abrasions, still asking for your fans for funeral compensation, for the your dead career in my wake, but noone seems to get real answers of your situation, cuz your fake but beefing at me least you know who seals your fate, but listening to how you speak behind my back I hear hate, but im twisting my verbs to action leaving you irrate, im going in and on tour you couodnt even get an open date, your fans finally heard you and booed you of stage, your promoter stole your money and you didnt even get paid, now your only good lyrics i wrote and i got better ones and your popularity fade,
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boom blast area is drastic, mushroom cloud flow infatic, spewing lighting bolts worth of static, slowly taking your breath turning you asthmatic, building the fan base with no schematic, 3 round burst flow flipped to automatic, keeping the broke people finatic, ive been poor my whole life thats why im Democratic, to feel spiritual in my rhymes i aint got to be dogmatic, battling me boy will be so traumatic, trying to fill my shoes youll find it problematic, reach oversea people im so diplomatic, flipping all these words like its acrobatic, I feel this deep in my guts i feel it in my pancreatic, im so excited about this im so charismatic, im so 4D with this it's cinematic, quickest way to success is being yourself, trying rebuttal me is horrible for your health, moving quicly through my position with stealth, firing tank bombs on my competition, shooting right through minds with sniper like precision, ive got freight train verbs bout make collision, coming from nowhere leaving you indecision, my bombs hit and take out a whole subdivision, taking away your man hood like a circumcision, give a hand gun to shoot out your television, this aint science its just basic addition, you couldn't even get on my team you couldn't even make it to the audition, ive been dealing lyrical ass whoppings like its tradition, youve been lying to your fans like a politician, people co-signing my rhymes like petition, make opposition disappear like a magician, this is a lone wolf effort im playing position, selling my underground bars like abolition, most of you lack the ambitioun, leaving you laid out on the stsge better call the physician, dont pray for me pray for the opposition, yall got your bitch ass hands out waiting for proposition, yall should of went to college and got on tuition, I got cancerous flows hitting your brain its too progressive no remission, you cant fool me even once i trust my gut and intuition, your broke down rhymes cant even turm over an ignition, just dead ass rappers thst cant even turn into a apparition. but telling you this is rhetorical, but just collabing on track will make you historical, but the likelihood of that happening makes the last bar metaphorical, but your delivery isn't economical, the price for me to ghost write is astronomical, when i die theyll be so interested in my genius they will dissect my neurological, They take thesis of my recordings and teach it to the theological, My cerebral warfare it's psychological, but destroying my competition is pathological, investing in my empire is ideological, im woke so much Im paranoid so alien to hating humanoid, but I dont trust em, most will step on yout skull just to survive, im trying to work symbiotic with my crew like a bee hive, thats easy becuase the team is me and my woman, chopping down competition like a woodsman, drawing out these people under a ocean, the water is my fresh new emotion, with out warning im dropping bombs just to hear the explosion, just to watch my competitions lovers turn into my promotion, my serial killer flow has me saying you gets the lotion or you gets the hose again, I destoy dreams and wake up to dead bodies like whats the commotion? spitting on mic till the inside starts corrosion, im a freight train so locomotion, just destoying my opps until someone start to get the notion, im focused and never rested from a genius devotion, reverse blew your mind into a implosion, Im rising clearly at the top and your getting a demotion, im using the dead bodies of your beats i killed as a foundation, im using all thought provoking ideas as my sensation, beating my opps with money abrasions, still asking for your fans for funeral compensation, for the your dead career in my wake, but noone seems to get real answers of your situation, cuz your fake but beefing at me least you know who seals your fate, but listening to how you speak behind my back I hear hate, but im twisting my verbs to action leaving you irrate, im going in and on tour you couodnt even get an open date, your fans finally heard you and booed you of stage, your promoter stole your money and you didnt even get paid, now your only good lyrics i wrote and i got better ones and your popularity fade,
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