waterbender
(Good morning
Or good afternoon
Whichever comes first)
Yo
All I get is a conceptual death
Moment of rest
Perpetual breath
Blesses the flesh in my chest
I'm not stressed to be best
I only flex for a stretch
I do the set for a rep
When I adapt, I'm adept
I cook this up like a chef
I look so dripped out I'm wet
I look out for my dawgs
That's why they call me a vet
Donut walk with my momma
Comma comma respect
I catch the karma, my dharma
So I'll go far on a bet
If you're a bitch, go fetch
Don't drop the ball, or you're next
I've been hungry for a while
Let my appetite sit
First aid in my drums
So let me play you the kit
Wind in my sale
Throw curved words, blow the steam in my pitch
I'm rich on life, but
I'm poor when I talk
Drip the spark on my lips
Pour on the gas and it's hot
I don't have any beef
But you could cook it on top
Dome is my throne
Serve me salt
I'm fuckin' king on the rocks
I swing with a sock
I'm ringing em' off
Best Wyoming rapper
You should probably move because I'm taking your spot
Wolfy J happy thoughts
Starting off soft
Fuck you up with my claws
Chomp you up like I'm a lyrical god
No fascade, no charade
I never play games
Samson in my handsome state
You can't find a way to fuckin' shave my mane
Wolf the Human, don't assume different
Don't change my name
I'm alpha on a microphone
You second beta, play safe
If you scrape to get by
Watch out, I make time
On my way, on my way
There's poetry in my lines
Cause if rhythm's all it takes
Then don't mistake me for a phony
If you know me, talk your shit up
Then I dare you to show me
Wild prairies in my cadence
I can hold it past horizons
Disconnected to this craft
Like mountains with Verizon
I push the tide in my lines
Control the flow like Poseidon
Waterbend my syllables
My discipline's trying
I got my
Eyes on the prize
Heart on the line
Peaks and valleys in my pulse
I trap some heat in my spine
Scars and sketches in my etches
On my soul like it's a sketcher
I had to glow up when I grow up
If you show up, then I know that I'll getcha
Shower lyrics I wrote this kinda shit, back in high school
No more chuckles in my mumbles
If you remember me behind you
Question me now
Then you're already too late, Wolf's an animal on the mic
Who let him out of his cage
Or good afternoon
Whichever comes first)
Yo
All I get is a conceptual death
Moment of rest
Perpetual breath
Blesses the flesh in my chest
I'm not stressed to be best
I only flex for a stretch
I do the set for a rep
When I adapt, I'm adept
I cook this up like a chef
I look so dripped out I'm wet
I look out for my dawgs
That's why they call me a vet
Donut walk with my momma
Comma comma respect
I catch the karma, my dharma
So I'll go far on a bet
If you're a bitch, go fetch
Don't drop the ball, or you're next
I've been hungry for a while
Let my appetite sit
First aid in my drums
So let me play you the kit
Wind in my sale
Throw curved words, blow the steam in my pitch
I'm rich on life, but
I'm poor when I talk
Drip the spark on my lips
Pour on the gas and it's hot
I don't have any beef
But you could cook it on top
Dome is my throne
Serve me salt
I'm fuckin' king on the rocks
I swing with a sock
I'm ringing em' off
Best Wyoming rapper
You should probably move because I'm taking your spot
Wolfy J happy thoughts
Starting off soft
Fuck you up with my claws
Chomp you up like I'm a lyrical god
No fascade, no charade
I never play games
Samson in my handsome state
You can't find a way to fuckin' shave my mane
Wolf the Human, don't assume different
Don't change my name
I'm alpha on a microphone
You second beta, play safe
If you scrape to get by
Watch out, I make time
On my way, on my way
There's poetry in my lines
Cause if rhythm's all it takes
Then don't mistake me for a phony
If you know me, talk your shit up
Then I dare you to show me
Wild prairies in my cadence
I can hold it past horizons
Disconnected to this craft
Like mountains with Verizon
I push the tide in my lines
Control the flow like Poseidon
Waterbend my syllables
My discipline's trying
I got my
Eyes on the prize
Heart on the line
Peaks and valleys in my pulse
I trap some heat in my spine
Scars and sketches in my etches
On my soul like it's a sketcher
I had to glow up when I grow up
If you show up, then I know that I'll getcha
Shower lyrics I wrote this kinda shit, back in high school
No more chuckles in my mumbles
If you remember me behind you
Question me now
Then you're already too late, Wolf's an animal on the mic
Who let him out of his cage
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