Rest In Bars
We got another chance, you're still obssesed
I know you can, motionless Depressed
It's bigger than hiphop like Dead prez
I smell the fear at the night, feel stressed
Cold war, black suits, no dramas, this hit
Hits the body and you wanna scream, breathe
You can't touch me in the ring, less in front of king, it's lit, go to sleep, learn new tricks
We bring the army and you can't stop me
Machineguns, rest in bars, who shoots me?
Specialist in lyrical, artistic rhythmic, spitting words like a rain of knives, trust in me
It's all about perception, don't judge me
It's all about perception, don't judge me
Looking great in the fast lane
I molotov mics in a night
With the energy to cause a street fight
Knuckle up baby, buckle up, it's dangerous on the ave they flaming guns, slanging crumbs, Hennessey and Jameson
The eyes of the jungle bloodshot
The disgruntle smirk of a crook, posing for the pic in his first mug shot
My seven and a half is working, oh that's
for certain
We in lab cooking and jugging until it's closed curtains
I busting shots at the serpent, for a purpose
The seven stars, represent the seven churches Watch what you worship
Don't miss the revelations, you'll be caught like the listeners still caught up on my first shit Assassin with the blade, catch a niggas fade
it's a rapture on the stage, when you capture these grenades
You'll be a fossil, once they really understand the gospel
El Chapo, with chopped cheese in a taco
Atlantic city Gambling off a dice roll
Split second turn A warm heart, ice cold
No suits but I'm with the business
Im Pure dope you don't get prescriptions
So disgusting, how i got the stove jumping
No discussions, see police I don't know nothing
I see it all, even when I got my eyes closed
Fuse something, rare like seeing a white crow
Get destroyed Savagely, Automatically
Break things down mathematically, actually
Im A true mc, Do your Prior research
When I'm spitting, look like a fire breather
Look, When them hammers gets lifted
Human beings turn animalistic
I'm raw, like a lion that got fed steak
Lyricist, you can check my genetic traits
I know you can, motionless Depressed
It's bigger than hiphop like Dead prez
I smell the fear at the night, feel stressed
Cold war, black suits, no dramas, this hit
Hits the body and you wanna scream, breathe
You can't touch me in the ring, less in front of king, it's lit, go to sleep, learn new tricks
We bring the army and you can't stop me
Machineguns, rest in bars, who shoots me?
Specialist in lyrical, artistic rhythmic, spitting words like a rain of knives, trust in me
It's all about perception, don't judge me
It's all about perception, don't judge me
Looking great in the fast lane
I molotov mics in a night
With the energy to cause a street fight
Knuckle up baby, buckle up, it's dangerous on the ave they flaming guns, slanging crumbs, Hennessey and Jameson
The eyes of the jungle bloodshot
The disgruntle smirk of a crook, posing for the pic in his first mug shot
My seven and a half is working, oh that's
for certain
We in lab cooking and jugging until it's closed curtains
I busting shots at the serpent, for a purpose
The seven stars, represent the seven churches Watch what you worship
Don't miss the revelations, you'll be caught like the listeners still caught up on my first shit Assassin with the blade, catch a niggas fade
it's a rapture on the stage, when you capture these grenades
You'll be a fossil, once they really understand the gospel
El Chapo, with chopped cheese in a taco
Atlantic city Gambling off a dice roll
Split second turn A warm heart, ice cold
No suits but I'm with the business
Im Pure dope you don't get prescriptions
So disgusting, how i got the stove jumping
No discussions, see police I don't know nothing
I see it all, even when I got my eyes closed
Fuse something, rare like seeing a white crow
Get destroyed Savagely, Automatically
Break things down mathematically, actually
Im A true mc, Do your Prior research
When I'm spitting, look like a fire breather
Look, When them hammers gets lifted
Human beings turn animalistic
I'm raw, like a lion that got fed steak
Lyricist, you can check my genetic traits
Credits
Writer(s): Danny Rivera
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