TMD
I remember doctor said don't do too much talking
I'm kinda feeling doozy I must have overused my tokens
Hit 'em with a silver sword or with this crazy ass flowin'
No monsters under my bed, because shady has woken
I'm not the type of rapper that you ever wanna be STUCK WITH
Protect ya neck cuz like wu Tang clan I ain't no one to FUCK WITH
Bust a rhyme and break ya neck, call you out that's on your face
Smoke you out right at your place, take ya life than to make you beg!
I can never I say I've won every battle I was IN
Lost my closest one when murdered with the INK
Killed many snakes and it feels so distinct
But a murder is a murder, so doesn't Matter I think!
Still the skilled beast, filled with lit lyrics
Spill the ink with it, Killed the shit critics
Realest shit it is, syllables big digits
Clearly this shit is, nuts I live with it
Faster each minute, after I'm in it
Half the time it is, Have to rhyme wicked
As a vocalist, Gave my soul to this
Pass the mic to the, Master mind Sujit
Lately I been feeling lonely cuz my craft ain't getting heard
What's point of these skills if they don't understand a word
But then I have friends that don't support me in my work
Either my songs are trash or they just jealous and they hurt
What happened? are we not the same friends
What happened? how did this hate came
If you don't get it don't insult it brain dead
Cuz no matter what bitch, I don't doubt my pen game!
I can go bar for bar and make your favorite rapper lose
Bring anyone you want, any top 5 you get to choose
The day I lose this confidence attach me to the noose
Cuz In a single freestyle, I can outrap the 90 dudes
Krime beat so hard bitch you better call Saul
I made a soul crawl, led to downfall
Strip her naked off her power, make her feel like coward
Gave her daily flowers, after stabbed her in the shower
I be damned if I let a rapper wash me on a track
I be damned if a disease keeps me from the rap
What about All the people that had stabbed me in the back?
Guess They gonna stay behind eating shit from my ass
Ripper on the mic and I love killing whores
Couldn't catch me pigs even if you're still in force
But I only kill bad people, well if that is known
Couldn't manage my life man without Harry's code
I'm kinda feeling doozy I must have overused my tokens
Hit 'em with a silver sword or with this crazy ass flowin'
No monsters under my bed, because shady has woken
I'm not the type of rapper that you ever wanna be STUCK WITH
Protect ya neck cuz like wu Tang clan I ain't no one to FUCK WITH
Bust a rhyme and break ya neck, call you out that's on your face
Smoke you out right at your place, take ya life than to make you beg!
I can never I say I've won every battle I was IN
Lost my closest one when murdered with the INK
Killed many snakes and it feels so distinct
But a murder is a murder, so doesn't Matter I think!
Still the skilled beast, filled with lit lyrics
Spill the ink with it, Killed the shit critics
Realest shit it is, syllables big digits
Clearly this shit is, nuts I live with it
Faster each minute, after I'm in it
Half the time it is, Have to rhyme wicked
As a vocalist, Gave my soul to this
Pass the mic to the, Master mind Sujit
Lately I been feeling lonely cuz my craft ain't getting heard
What's point of these skills if they don't understand a word
But then I have friends that don't support me in my work
Either my songs are trash or they just jealous and they hurt
What happened? are we not the same friends
What happened? how did this hate came
If you don't get it don't insult it brain dead
Cuz no matter what bitch, I don't doubt my pen game!
I can go bar for bar and make your favorite rapper lose
Bring anyone you want, any top 5 you get to choose
The day I lose this confidence attach me to the noose
Cuz In a single freestyle, I can outrap the 90 dudes
Krime beat so hard bitch you better call Saul
I made a soul crawl, led to downfall
Strip her naked off her power, make her feel like coward
Gave her daily flowers, after stabbed her in the shower
I be damned if I let a rapper wash me on a track
I be damned if a disease keeps me from the rap
What about All the people that had stabbed me in the back?
Guess They gonna stay behind eating shit from my ass
Ripper on the mic and I love killing whores
Couldn't catch me pigs even if you're still in force
But I only kill bad people, well if that is known
Couldn't manage my life man without Harry's code
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