Sudden Death

Sudden, sudden death
Last ones holdin our breath (yeah)
Sudden, sudden death
You sound like you goin off meth (yeah)
Sudden, sudden, death
Boutta put myself to a test (yeah)
Sudden, sudden death
Standing above all the rest (yeah)

Sudden, sudden death
Last ones holdin our breath (yeah)
Sudden, sudden death
You sound like you goin off meth (yeah)
Sudden, sudden, death
Boutta put myself to a test (yeah)
Sudden, sudden death
Standing above all the rest (yeah)

Initials MS been deadly on the mic since I was 13
As gangrene
After I got drunk, and OD'd, got kicked off the big stage like Charlie Sheen for
Beating my wife Brittany and then goin after a second wife Denise and
Get arrested the day after Christmas Eve
As bad as when R. Kelly pee'd outside of a restroom facility
But it's too late to take back and apologize to everyone I went at when I was on my Vital shit
You won't catch me slippin but I might trip up
When I hear a mumble rapper startin shit
Cause tryin to listen
Is like having some chick bitchin
Typin random letters on the keyboard when she gets mad
Bitch, I had a stroke tryna read that!

Hunt, Sim, Vishis
This is, a stand for our business
Witness, a change in the climate
After we drop these lines and leave you in silence
If you try to speak up i'll knock your teeth out bombs droppin you hear these sirens
You rappers are so plane this rap game is in need of a Bin Laden (haha)

The arm and hammer we go together like thor making baking soda
Your raps be creating aromas
Need some cough medicince, chloraseptic and the robatusin
A doc named dre possibly some speech lessons
We the next three trapped in a motherfuckin...

Sudden, sudden death
Last ones holdin our breath (yeah)
Sudden, sudden death
You sound like you goin off meth (yeah)
Sudden, sudden, death
Boutta put myself to a test (yeah)
Sudden, sudden death
Standing above all the rest (yeah)

Sudden, sudden death
Last ones holdin our breath (yeah)
Sudden, sudden death
You sound like you goin off meth (yeah)
Sudden, sudden, death
Boutta put myself to a test (yeah)
Sudden, sudden death
Standing above all the rest (yeah)

Poppin' pills and doing drugs
That's the difference between you and us
Listening to your music makes me concuss
When I check the lyrics like a nine, plus
I'mma break these rappers like a walnut
All these rappers are a go mad
I'm crushing these rappers, they'll feel
Balled up

Braggin' with there grows, bragging with their jewelry
When I kill these rappers I won't even say excuse me
Yeah, I'm use to be, being a part of the mumble rap community
I choose to be lyrical
Y'all be waiting for Cynical

Hitting you with these disses and they physical
Dissing these rappers I don't do it minimal
Killing these beats, yeah I should be a criminal
When I diss, I don't do any subliminals
Mumble rappers tryna diss the original
I write my own shit and that is a miracle
Can't see these ghostwriters, they all invisible
Rapping lyrical, that is so traditional

We don't really sip any lean and hit any blunts
We don't got no face tats that's just us (yeah)

We don't really sip any lean and hit any blunts
We don't got no face tats that's just us (yeah)

Sudden, sudden death
Last ones holdin our breath (yeah)
Sudden, sudden death
You sound like you goin off meth (yeah)
Sudden, sudden, death
Boutta put myself to a test (yeah)
Sudden, sudden death
Standing above all the rest (yeah)

Sudden, sudden death
Last ones holdin our breath (yeah)
Sudden, sudden death
You sound like you goin off meth (yeah)
Sudden, sudden, death
Boutta put myself to a test (yeah)
Sudden, sudden death
Standing above all the rest (yeah)

Yo
Yo Kid
Kid, you gotta wake up
Kid, you gotta wake up
Come on now

Look at me
Look at you
Fuck with me you fuckin' fool
I buck this tool
So don't fuckin move
Make a na dance like bust a move
When the gun (whoo ha)
I can bust a move
Then I make my cash like a hustler do
I ain't never scared to crush a crew
I got the fro blown out don't touch the do
Now the next na hatin' gon' suck the shoo shit
I'm a real na, kind of suck is you?
You know real nas stay hush and cool
Tryna act rich to a bunch of broke nas ain't some do
Actin' like you got somethin to prove
Well I guess I got somethin to lose
And I ain't fuckin with you
I get a head but there's no screws
You just mad cause you rap and get no views

I'm from a land where there's no rules
I'm a pimp, tell your hoe choose
I'll invite her to the lab
Fuck her in the booth
Then record the shit on Pro Tools just to show you I'm a pimp
Lobster and shrimp
Walk with a limp
Talk to your bitch
Offer a car to her quick
Heartless and then she gon' do park with the stick
Now I'm all up in your apartment and shit

Sudden, sudden death
Last ones holdin our breath (yeah)
Sudden, sudden death
You sound like you goin off meth (yeah)
Sudden, sudden, death
Boutta put myself to a test (yeah)
Sudden, sudden death
Standing above all the rest (yeah)

Sudden, sudden death
Last ones holdin our breath (yeah)
Sudden, sudden death
You sound like you goin off meth (yeah)
Sudden, sudden, death
Boutta put myself to a test (yeah)
Sudden, sudden death
Standing above all the rest