Seven (feat. Mic Jordan, Floe Montana & Chase Moore)
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They say I'm such a tyrant, I should be a Somali pirate Plus I got a sound so large they call it Lane Bryant You better remain quiet, I'm glidin' on autopilot I'm a mixture of 80s drugs and Andre the Giant The lyrics I display on any given day is heard I give you the bird, but I have a way with words I spit it from the gut, so my core is always sore You spin a globe, that's how your ass goes on world tours I incubate kids that'll imitate your nig' You grill me, but I cook beef like Johnny Trigg This is my lane, you lames are insane to test the kid I came in the game to fix shit like it was fucking rigged The feeling you get when you see a shark's fin as you swim Is what it's like when I grab mics And like Mike, I win I jeopardize jester's lives, F your rights Sex sells, strife turns record profits I turn records off with disdain Listening to kids with brains Who switched lanes, 'cause spitting flames Didn't get 'em paid Which is bitch made, but makes sense in a way When niggas who never ripped a stage Is getting more fame, that shit is lame And I'ma put a stop to it Such awfulness, it even bothers optimists who thought of it Y'all get ripped like men in muscle mags Talkin' shit, I got something for you - get slumped Dumped in soil, shuffle this mortal coil Muffled so no one hears you Stuffed into a bodybag, crushed and smashed Cut and slashed Ain't acting so tough and bad now, is you? How is you gonna try to match wits With the manuscript manufacturer most demanded by masochists Savage, bitch, no peers Snapping spines, taking payments Foes revere the most feared mastermind making mayhem Me, stylistically, the proper simile would be two mirrors facing each other Meaning infinite wizardry, you couldn't mirror me If we were born identically - twin brothers Even if we came from the same twat Your flame would never remain hot F*ck your name, your dame, your brain's ashamed You got your fame, got Stone raider, got Cypress Hill vision My mind's all over the place, is anybody listening? I don't know for sure, but them two assholes in the back Better stop whispering each other sweet nothings before I break their backs Similar to the way Bo Jackson broke bats And I know you hate it when we make them dope tracks I don't know if you're aware, that this a known fact We coming for our spot, we just let you hold Sac Get it - hold Sac? They ask me what it takes to be great, there's no debate I just tell 'em what the real is I'm in tip-top hip-hop shape, running suicides from state to state Wait, wait Lemme switch this up to another flow You out your blood clot skull, thinking you could f*ck with Floe Or Alumni, Levi, D-Konz You would think I easily use PEDs on these songs So I cheat on, in the spirit of B Bonds This verse feel like the AC off and I done leaked all my freon Hotter than Nino when Gee Money close up the spot Then he stabbed Kareem's extremity right below the watch What? How do you consider that rhyming? It gives me the Zs, like Zorro at an autograph signing So be easy with that battle rhyming 'Cause when I'm fed up, you'll get wet up like Seattle's climate Pull your bitch like the steering on a bad alignment Give her that homework, since you don't want that assignment Nah, I ain't saying that my clique ball But in the mall, we blow paper like spitballs Y'all lame fucks, step your kicks up You small fries is squares, now that's criss-cut Yuck, everything that I flow's sick I get bucks and do it big - bold print What? I'm the reason why they came Your boy got line after line, like Billy Zane Huh? I'm the shit, no toilet paper Your kick game fell off - David Akers Me? Nah, I stay with Foamposites Black and white MJs, keep 'em in the closet I know, I talk about shoes But why rap about a game that I can't lose Ooh, lemme take 'em to flight school My taper fade mean, my waves like typhoons If I'ma speak to 'em honest, losing is not an option Whenever a beat is brought up, the booth get boxed in a coffin I throw the deuce and say peace, but it's not an offering Stop the talkin', mollywhop him till he probably hollerin' olly-oxen You just be lookin' fake, I see you full of shit You don't be pushin' weight, you just be pullin' it The opposite of hustlin' Ain't clockin' knocks, so stop the frontin' Say them retro Js, but they knock-offs or somethin' They're just like you, 'cause they're made a little cheaper You don't kick it with the stars, but you'll wear a Bape sneaker So many tapered lines, it's like a fade or a Caesar I'm making my slice of cheese, but I ain't baking a pizza Still, I'm so saucy These women won't get off me I'm trippin' 'cause I slipped a little pill into my coffee I'm feeling like a million, in the building I'm a boss, B Toss me in the clink, I'm not singing I ain't Jon B One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight - wait Did I take it too far? Ain't that just like Prhyme Stepping over that white line He ain't been in his right mind anyway Since he was like nine Sociopathic, no compassion for nothing bad that I do My dear old daddy didn't love me You think I need a fan to? And you could ask the Manikins How we could trash whole crews But that's old news, and this is Ex-Lax Get it, assholes? Move Make room for my people to spit Before we eat your weak little clique My team's the shit, homie Yours is just a piece of it Quit speaking, prick My legal dream team consists Of a bunch of freakin' hitmen That'll make your breathing cease and desist Just me and six other psychopaths On a Vicodin patch You know what they say about white rappers, right? For you, it's a white rap
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Written by: Brian Bush, Chase Moore, Javone Tavares, Jordan Beasley, Kellyn Crawley, Kevin Jacobson, Miguel Cervantes
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