Lightskin
Grrrrrdddd!
Oh yea, this shit hard
Yea, nigga (Alakazoom!)
Yea, nigga
I wrote this for when I'm out in the street
And somebody ask if I spit that heat
I tell 'em, "Yea, I do"
No wedding bells
But I'm betting I'm raising hell
When I set ablaze the fire of Leviathan
I ain't lyin', I am
About to burst through the surface
Just so you can unearth this
Unearthly flow, for certain it's pure as gold
Platinum and diamond
All of this off of rhyming?
Know it's bit of a long shot but I ain't too bad at sniping
Bloaw!
All heads bow before the chosen
And headfirst into the lovely casket I just opened
Bro is killing ya minds
One verse at a time
And it's personal, I'm
Showing no remorse in this bitch
I'm the fear creeping in from the dark
The little skip in ya heart
With no emotion
I'll hit you in the middle of the street
And keep rolling
Or walk you down in broad day
And keep strolling
What's up?
Huh, It's best you don't get involved
Salmonella my saliva, I be spittin' that raw
I'm like what crack is to a fiend
Lightning in bottle
I down it like no tomorrow
Then open another three
Don't lemme meet your girl, dog
I'm so in there like Greg Wuliger
No handshake
Introducin' my tip to her uvula
It's come to my attention I ain't spitting very suitable
Rather be in a Colombian necktie than for you to do it
Rap game Kama Sutra
You fucked in all ways
And if the shoe fits and karma suits ya
Wear it all day
Can't dig up the past, you too busy digging your grave and
Just know this mayhem can't be prevented in all states, man
Light skin nigga from '99
Fuck around and find out
Light skin nigga from '99
Ha! Fuck around and find out
What's up!
Yea, nigga, run me your shit
Yo, run me yo' shit, nigga
Run me yo' shit, nigga
Yea! (Ahh, shit)
That's it, nigga
Fuck off, nigga!
Fuck is you talkin' bout
I said I'm dangerous
Like a psychopath on angel dust
A deadbeat dad
I won't play with you son
This personified pressure
Physical and possessive
Two things you don't mess with
My family and funds
I'll make you cease to exist like pick yo man's up
It ain't revenge
Just a reminder to keep your hands tucked
Y'all ain't bring nothing to the table except a fork and a plate
And ya have the fucking nerve to stick ya paws in the buffet
This a massacre
Masked up, hoppin' out the passenger
I'm taggin' em
Tie 'em to the car then start draggin' 'em
Ain't forcing shit
But these black forces in your body
And I won't stop even if your mom get to hollerin'
MISFIT is Narcissistic, harshly driven, hard to sit with
Hearts been chipped and parts is missing
Artic temps and hardly misses
Ruthless, cruel, and in a sense a bit unusual
But do attest that school is back in sesh
I'll teach ya who da best
Light skin nigga from '99
What do I gotta say, nigga?
Light skin nigga from '99
Fuck around and find out
Run me my shit, dog
Run me my shit, nigga
Yea, I'm taking all that
Empty ya pockets, nigga
Game over (Empty ya pockets, nigga)
G-O (We ain't playin' around)
It's times up, nigga, you gon' learn today
G-O, nigga
Game over, bro
It's game over!
What's up!
Fuck around and find out
Huh?
Fuck around and find out
Agh!
Oh yea, this shit hard
Yea, nigga (Alakazoom!)
Yea, nigga
I wrote this for when I'm out in the street
And somebody ask if I spit that heat
I tell 'em, "Yea, I do"
No wedding bells
But I'm betting I'm raising hell
When I set ablaze the fire of Leviathan
I ain't lyin', I am
About to burst through the surface
Just so you can unearth this
Unearthly flow, for certain it's pure as gold
Platinum and diamond
All of this off of rhyming?
Know it's bit of a long shot but I ain't too bad at sniping
Bloaw!
All heads bow before the chosen
And headfirst into the lovely casket I just opened
Bro is killing ya minds
One verse at a time
And it's personal, I'm
Showing no remorse in this bitch
I'm the fear creeping in from the dark
The little skip in ya heart
With no emotion
I'll hit you in the middle of the street
And keep rolling
Or walk you down in broad day
And keep strolling
What's up?
Huh, It's best you don't get involved
Salmonella my saliva, I be spittin' that raw
I'm like what crack is to a fiend
Lightning in bottle
I down it like no tomorrow
Then open another three
Don't lemme meet your girl, dog
I'm so in there like Greg Wuliger
No handshake
Introducin' my tip to her uvula
It's come to my attention I ain't spitting very suitable
Rather be in a Colombian necktie than for you to do it
Rap game Kama Sutra
You fucked in all ways
And if the shoe fits and karma suits ya
Wear it all day
Can't dig up the past, you too busy digging your grave and
Just know this mayhem can't be prevented in all states, man
Light skin nigga from '99
Fuck around and find out
Light skin nigga from '99
Ha! Fuck around and find out
What's up!
Yea, nigga, run me your shit
Yo, run me yo' shit, nigga
Run me yo' shit, nigga
Yea! (Ahh, shit)
That's it, nigga
Fuck off, nigga!
Fuck is you talkin' bout
I said I'm dangerous
Like a psychopath on angel dust
A deadbeat dad
I won't play with you son
This personified pressure
Physical and possessive
Two things you don't mess with
My family and funds
I'll make you cease to exist like pick yo man's up
It ain't revenge
Just a reminder to keep your hands tucked
Y'all ain't bring nothing to the table except a fork and a plate
And ya have the fucking nerve to stick ya paws in the buffet
This a massacre
Masked up, hoppin' out the passenger
I'm taggin' em
Tie 'em to the car then start draggin' 'em
Ain't forcing shit
But these black forces in your body
And I won't stop even if your mom get to hollerin'
MISFIT is Narcissistic, harshly driven, hard to sit with
Hearts been chipped and parts is missing
Artic temps and hardly misses
Ruthless, cruel, and in a sense a bit unusual
But do attest that school is back in sesh
I'll teach ya who da best
Light skin nigga from '99
What do I gotta say, nigga?
Light skin nigga from '99
Fuck around and find out
Run me my shit, dog
Run me my shit, nigga
Yea, I'm taking all that
Empty ya pockets, nigga
Game over (Empty ya pockets, nigga)
G-O (We ain't playin' around)
It's times up, nigga, you gon' learn today
G-O, nigga
Game over, bro
It's game over!
What's up!
Fuck around and find out
Huh?
Fuck around and find out
Agh!
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Writer(s): Joshua Gilbert
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