Over The Top (Huaru Mix)

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Huaru, Cryptive, Asa Jake

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I'm back on my bullshit
These lyrics is bullets, I'm packing a full clip
I used to be hopeful these rappers would notice
But I don't need no one to back me, I'm focused
The status be goated, I'm actually cold
I be packing a coat when I'm rapping it's snowing
Detaching from socials
I don't care if I don't have as many likes on the gram when I'm posting
They try to play me like I'm just a producer
But I bring the kicks and punches, hadoukan
Ryu on the mic, you know that I do this
Used to being tested, bitch I'm a student
Studied the game, everybody else truant
Jump on the mic, and you know that I'm schooling
Nobody hot as me baby, so cool it
Nobody hot as me baby, so cool it!

Absolute zero, that's the degrees
My attitude here though, Rap to compete
Then atoms moves, yeah bro packing the heat
What I blast at you weirdos lack entropy
I shoot, in a tight group, with the K
Bullets transfer to near foes, that energy
You better just treasure
Half the jewel here show that mentally
I'm passing you here bro, lapping the beat
I Got this shit on lock with the pockets I hop in
Yall is getting rocked if you're wanting to box him
You talking with a God, with no obvious conscience
I'm walking on your block and I'm offing your squadron
They, All Die!
I'm clipping your wings for thinking y'all fly
Keep em in, check with the piece
If they, mess with the fleece
This shit easy as checkers to me
The crown is ALL MINE, bitch!

You never will see me, you all blind
You a legend? ain't seeing a legacy
It's alleged, MCs illegible
You seeking a ledge and you all dive
Only way I see you a legend, you all lies
Ima be in the cut, in a predicament
Any critic thinking I'm frivolous
Bit the dust, yeah I bet he does
Nobody does better, buzz bigger than you ever was
Cuz I diminish dim-witted men in minutes, you miniature
They say we goin OTT
The ODD-ITY
Yo CD's
Old, deceased
To deceive you proceed
These patterns gonna f*ck you up
Call it OCD
If enemies wanna dance it's a hoedown
Think you heat then your ass'll get hosed down
Ask your bm to smash, bet that hoe down
Shoutout the team
Yeah the pack what I hold down

Hop on the beat and I'm snapping it's no doubt
I got the fleece on my back like it's cold out
Vanished like abracadabra, came back like what happened
Its magic, they askin' to show how
In no way and no how you don't
Get outshone whenever we show out
You just sound old, but we bringing the old sound
The name is household, taking over the whole house
No debating we da goat
Get out the paper
You gotta pay to be this dope
Me, Cryp, and Asa
Run the game, it's the Fleece of Gold
Shout out Kirk and Jayvin
We spray and then leave 'em ghost
My flow, kettle hot
I sell dope, no I don't peddle rock
Doing it with my eyes closed, and a blindfold, just know
I won't settle for no sideshow second spot

Rep the fleece my dude, testing me you schooled
Best emcees to do it, left deceased in tombs
Pressure me to move and the heater pulled
The metal to your face, a recipe for DOOM
I find your top ten
And just know that I can off them
They in my shadow all the time I'm on it
So before son die'll show hes
Light I clocked him
He get hands in his face, then I finish em
Been a nemesis, in the premises, getting this
Extended clip, with the pen and ink within a blink I grip it then, I
Spit it like a chopper showing I got no trigger discipline
You, have half a heart, can't rap as hard
One track and you're gone, blasted apart, land in a box
You get your ass beat when you
Rap shadow box
And catch aftershocks from my back catalog, ugh!

Rappers just talk
They are under me
I'm cold as f*ck, I'm keeping it one degree
Anyone that doesn't agree
I'ma come with the Fleece
And fucking feast, you effete
I wanna feed, wouldn't be a feat
Defeat is afoot I think
I'm on the brink, you ain't gonna win
On a whim I could take any semblance of a
Fan-base you have gained since late 2010
You were too old to try to be makin it then
I'm half your age and I have ascertained
More passion than you claim to display, you pretend
It's like a sleepover when Jake gets a pen
I go in and then stay; I stay goin in
They think I'm weak all cuz of my deep songs
But if you wanna beef, y'all know my team strong
Wear my heart on my sleeve
But the Glocks in our reach
So when the fleece armed (On the fleece'
Arm) you gon see heart
Asa

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