My Weapon Is My Sound (feat. 7YR33 & Horseshoe G.A.N.G.)

I didn't wanna kill but it came with an instrumental
All of my murders were done with a pad and pencil
You're fucking with some true emcees
A sweet sixteen will have your whole family crying RIP
I'll make you shiver when I deliver
Don't take much to know I'm that nigga
Bar for bar and you'll find death quicker
Everytime I rip a mic know I don't fuck around
Lord knows my weapon is my sound

I had this fight before
Fight or flight every night I got my knife in store
That's why I grip the mic this hard
To the point it doesn't sound and it's a lifeless cord
When we might discord the mics a sword that brightens words
So well nobody can recite no more
Cause that's a copy that's mocking
My style resorts to fights of wars
Cause I'll put my life verse yours
That's a fight to the death
And if I lose I'd bring the fight to the death
Untill I kill him and his scythe weapons left
Convert the scythe to the mic of the dead
With the noise so loud you live your whole life hella deaf
This a life lesson yes
I put my soul and life to the test
The mic cords an IV line to the chest
Because foos be out here just lying to the chest
And I'm the type to throw My fist inline to their chest

I didn't wanna kill but it came with an instrumental
All of my murders were done with a pad and pencil
You're fucking with some true emcees
A sweet sixteen will have your whole family crying RIP
I'll make you shiver when I deliver
Don't take much to know im that nigga
Bar for bar and you'll find death quicker
Everytime I rip a mic know I don't fuck around
Lord knows my weapon is my sound

I envision myself grabbing my pencil that sits on my shelf
To get revenge on every rapper that dissed me but well
I should mention that I use the word pencil and pistol interchangeably so pencil is pistol As well
In both cases I'm using my lead to make art
The art of verse or the art of murder you dead from the start
Get ready you dumb fucks
Me and Vandit Romes is two ends of the same weapon linked together like nunchucks
My flow is a bow and arrow this is Archer rap
COB hoodie's my armor that guards me from whatever ya army got
When it's war time I use my musical instrument you get sawed in half
That's why Rock Stars call they're guitar an axe
I'm the type you shouldn't stare at wrong
I got a double barrel that's ready to sing you whatever song
Both barrels be singing in harmony
One barrel is bass and the other barrel's tone is baritone

Dare to go toe to toe its a feast you're very warned
I carry on a peice while you leave in peace and carry on
I got a leash and a pile of leaves the care we on
The type to unleash on a loose leaf for every song
The kind of leaf thats not tearible with a better pull
I better pull my best shit apart but I'm not terrible
My pens a strike to the jaw for every letter wrote
Or better known a strike at the grave when your name is set in stone

I didn't wanna kill but it came with an instrumental
All of my murders were done with a pad and pencil
You're fucking with some true emcees
A sweet sixteen will have your whole family crying RIP
I'll make you shiver when I deliver
Don't take much to know I'm that nigga
Bar for bar and you'll find death quicker
Everytime I rip a mic know I don't fuck around
Lord knows my weapon is my sound