Rocky & Apollo (feat. S.K.)

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B. I. Z.

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I can't be defused mind state is set to explode
My headphones on fire I inspired the stoke
Firing these hollow points flying from the back of my throat
508 To ocean state, was born and raised, I come from Rhode Island
Consider addressing me as the G.O.A.T, am I wildin?
Spitters boat riding I'm stuck in the moat rhymin'
I C-10 racks times 10, Post Malone drivin'
Finger licking chicken from my kitchen air fryin'
These rappers imposters softer than Chris Pine cryin at the Oscars
You finna get smoked like a rasta, B.I.Z and S.K. we the illest on the roster
80 On the highway man I'm Kevin Costner
I utilize rhymes as a weapon in disguise
Rappin fast like autobahn this tune is not computerized
Kill this style, brutalize, I need Preemo sendin me computer files
Got these phony's actin childish like a class of juveniles
Christiano Ronaldo by the way that I'm kickin' it
Giuiliano Amato I ain't runnin' I'm sprintin' it
I'm a young Portagee Italiano, I'm mobbin' with the family they call me head huncho
Y'all a Colorado I'm a High Country Silverado
Need 4 arms like Doctor Otto
Just to write these bars, get behind em' like Soldado
With that I kill the game no pity - Avocado
Toast rappers with more degrees than protractors
The master degree, you saw me slaughter the beat, that's a massacree
Punches second nature like Creed I'd prolly Flow backwards
Freshman album but I'm soundin' like a pro rapper

Your favorite rapper got a false bravado and a stolen motto wallow in his sorrows
Swallowing Moscato and that's who you follow?
Sweet as gelato but swear they soprano
Time to put these lames behind a wall and swig a cask of amontillado
The games flat and lackin' vibrato
This right here, is hard enough to help Apollo put an end to Drago
Competition is broken and hollow
I'll be the reason you never finish a record, you live "The Life of Pablo"
Picasso, abstract I attack raps
Kill a wack track, take half back like ASCAP
All these gats straps and cash stacks we past that
Flash back that would make Grandmaster Caz clap
You clone rats get no daps so save your peace
What you utter's like a butter knife tryna slay a beast
These X caliber bars the legend rest in peace
Still run the city 6 years after my last release
I'm killin' the game bringin' the rhythm inhibiting dealin' and feelin the pain
Hearing it bang fearing the letters revealing the name (S.K.)
Still in my lane, pealin' away at a layer of lames
Needin' that healin' but wheelin' and dealin'
For maybe a minute of feelin the fame
Slow down son you killin' em'
Bald headed past my prime working a 9 to 5 and they still feelin em'
You did a show and didn't know what's missing
You was only sellin' 10 percent capacity when there was no restrictions
Nobody listen when you talkin like a substitute
Bunch of candy rappers tryna pass like some thuggin' brutes
Mind blown 4 lines in, no need to talk it through
Pen soundin' like I took the 98 Rawkus route
Pass the mic then pass the torch I'm gone
But never leaving cuz they need me to stay in my zone
Let it be known if you want it with B.I.Z you gotta battle me
WELCOME TO ESCAPE FROM REALITY

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