Only Fire Shit, Vol. 1

Now everybody join the clout
Man everybody rap
Me im built too different
I get everybody wrapped
Dont belong to this system
Fit no varna no caste
Hate the shit that i got to clean everybody crap

Yall shitty while im shitting on these beats
Been on the backend in the deep
The faeces sticking to my dick
Like they keep grasping on my speech
Complain about my slurs
But on my thoughts on which is they sleep
My conscious go to sleep

And ill probably hit the ground again
But poverty is empowering
If you never lost you never really rejoice the wins
Dont like to sin
Take my chances toss the coin
Then hope the money rains man
Fuck the fame
Fuck a crown fuck a throne
I truly dont give a fuck
Yall dueling like couple girls
Drooling over a cup
Your movements lacking the buzz
The whos stacking whos buffed
Your crew practically sucks
But you dont happen to cum
You fools happened to love
Some blue balling and stuff
Im lyrical j dilla
The blues
Jazzy records
Man boombappins the love
The schools happened to shut
But alumnas in it permanent
You just cant get them purged

Now take out fucking purses
Im personally taking the cut
Aint too taxing when im rapping
Im mathematically dumb
But add hash then its fun
Straight facts dont break the code
Finna subtract you till you null

Shit everybody spelling team with an i in it
Animosity no harmony
Add larceny and lies in it
Tell me the truth cause
I aint drake and well be fine then
I aint here to lose so now
I intend to fly again
Spirit of leviathan
Boy my lyrics on pyrogen
On my way to enlightenment
So silence on my reply button
Sheer evil missing some Nice in
But if i See real be it the size of grain
We heat the meal and rise my friend

I represent what you pretend to be
Crushing windpipe im a riptide youll see
Abide to current trends nah aint my tendency
I ride these beats while you dickride emcees boie

I do not fuck with you people
Your purpose is feeble
Just puppets to corrupt agenda and leaders
No different than wheeler dealers
Fuck you speaking
Man its always too easy killing the bots
Couple of views and thinking they hot
Not buying no bullshit im keeping in raw
Spirit the venom
I get them knocked in a shot

Acidic bars
No basic talk
I spit it hard
Alienated thoughts
I see you all
Through my tri netra
The circle small
We predators so we still at large
Sending me heat
Three lasers on
Rain body parts
Hunting for thrill but no trophies
Your spine be lost
You thin skinned but thick headed
Little barbie dolls
Yautja
Breed of the finest
The weak not invited
Only fire shit
Reko the mightiest



Credits
Writer(s): Shubham Chafe
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