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Bored in the car. Nothin special. Would record but laptops at home.
Battle rap is like a jungle gym, a buncha cats using bars to get over on one another
But if they slip up they get trapped in a hole and have to crawl out from under onna they brothers
Well I hope a fat one tumbles down, lands on a ya faces and ya smother
Cuz the only bitch humbled now giving kisses at ya wakes is the mothers
Feels as if I’ve been binge watching Mad Men
But they listed under the wrong genre, they ain’t about that Action
Writing under the obituary, in a tentative fashion
They said something bout they’ll always be with us but I’m extending the caption
A fraction of your being will always remain
Fixated on what they’ve lost, like parasites of the brain
Keeps their blood boiling, oxygen dying in vein
When they talk about a Goat, their prophesying my name
They all say what they’d do face to face, but they lyin the same,
2 sides of the same coin, but they all tryin to change
They hardly put a Dent, while I’m carving a percent
Occupying my space, I should charge these bitches rent
Pardon my intense delivery, they say chivalry’s dead
Open door policy, you can watch me mount these jackasses on the wall, like Hillary’s head
I live life in infamy, misery led, dispensary fed
I stay lifted, they too busy suckin seeds off like sesame breadsticks
I’ll rearrange a motherfuckers thoughts with some high headkicks
Carry big straps in each arm, I been workin solely on my deadlifts
Y’all holdin no weight, always stuck at zero on a broken scale
Brick by brick I created a foundation to live off of, that’s dope to scale
You gotta bone to pick, I’ll give you the skinny like Showoff’s bitch
Sending heavy shots at a throat, make em choke like a Zoloft drip
Had em doze off quick, cuz I could barely handle how they was snitchin,
But when I heard they was talkin, telemarketer, it only took one cold call to give all these bitches the business
Now lemme finish
Every bar I spit is RAW, fat angles wide enough to fit Rosenberg in it
They tryna snub me, lines’ll keep em doped up, snow plow, head to the table, whole brow, spirit world, soul bound, when I put kids nose to work in it
In other words, that whole white angle will you get dusted like Spring Cleaning
And one bump in the road will cause a fiend to crash, when they fixated on that powder like free skiing
Battle rap is like a jungle gym, a buncha cats using bars to get over on one another
But if they slip up they get trapped in a hole and have to crawl out from under onna they brothers
Well I hope a fat one tumbles down, lands on a ya faces and ya smother
Cuz the only bitch humbled now giving kisses at ya wakes is the mothers
Feels as if I’ve been binge watching Mad Men
But they listed under the wrong genre, they ain’t about that Action
Writing under the obituary, in a tentative fashion
They said something bout they’ll always be with us but I’m extending the caption
A fraction of your being will always remain
Fixated on what they’ve lost, like parasites of the brain
Keeps their blood boiling, oxygen dying in vein
When they talk about a Goat, their prophesying my name
They all say what they’d do face to face, but they lyin the same,
2 sides of the same coin, but they all tryin to change
They hardly put a Dent, while I’m carving a percent
Occupying my space, I should charge these bitches rent
Pardon my intense delivery, they say chivalry’s dead
Open door policy, you can watch me mount these jackasses on the wall, like Hillary’s head
I live life in infamy, misery led, dispensary fed
I stay lifted, they too busy suckin seeds off like sesame breadsticks
I’ll rearrange a motherfuckers thoughts with some high headkicks
Carry big straps in each arm, I been workin solely on my deadlifts
Y’all holdin no weight, always stuck at zero on a broken scale
Brick by brick I created a foundation to live off of, that’s dope to scale
You gotta bone to pick, I’ll give you the skinny like Showoff’s bitch
Sending heavy shots at a throat, make em choke like a Zoloft drip
Had em doze off quick, cuz I could barely handle how they was snitchin,
But when I heard they was talkin, telemarketer, it only took one cold call to give all these bitches the business
Now lemme finish
Every bar I spit is RAW, fat angles wide enough to fit Rosenberg in it
They tryna snub me, lines’ll keep em doped up, snow plow, head to the table, whole brow, spirit world, soul bound, when I put kids nose to work in it
In other words, that whole white angle will you get dusted like Spring Cleaning
And one bump in the road will cause a fiend to crash, when they fixated on that powder like free skiing
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