Order my magic so I can slaughter fine tracklists/ borderline batshit but called to rhyme drastic/ cauterized practice that stem from events/ that are often times tragic, cornerin faggots/ It’s what we do, our fortified lines/will have your mortified lives horrified by my rhymes/ what you do to beats is over glorified shine/ what we do to beats is verbal organized crime/Our passion outraps you, lastin through value/ no compassion for foul crews distraction from track fuel/ got scratches and rap tunes, attracted to bad news/ you got snapbacks and tattoos, I bring ratchets to whack dudes/ get crapped on and smacked too/ peel caps all on wax too, the raps catchin in my bad mood/ something I can hold till I collapse too/ perhaps I aint a typical rap dude speakin trap to down the map too/ this is not somethin you can fap to, nod your head straight from the back dude/
C)You can find us dealin the dope music so appealin/ bar for bar two of the best in any buildin/ could stop goin hard still expect to sell a million/ Tradin DEADlines a new form of killin/
Bomb atomically, logically, instrumental sodomy/ you gotta learn what got to these modern day Prodigy’s/ deeper than a Mobb of what you got from that spot in Queens/ Hypocrisies, honestly comedy I gotta pop the weak/ I always put Chris Brown and Rhianna on a greatest hits record/ Spin it and give it amazin rotation like ways to split Hephner/ cut the cheese Swiss cheddar, swear we spit better/ sick pressure to rip slick lyric letters/ Im like Hopsin with my content, Passion in a contest/ honestly the best while you rap on Youtube in the comments/ For Diddy, I probably couldn’t ghostwrite for profit/ cause Im too complex with more punchlines than wallets/ You’ll be stunned by 3 16s, we’re stone cold/ Ya’ll couldn’t get rid of these no mo so we givin the industry low blows/ So from Guiness to an LP, whatever record you created/ Ill be a diamond in the rough, pressure is debated/
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You Can find us at your girls house when we’re job hunting/ we got more tracks than ya’ll got racks boy stop fronting/ Fanatical capitals, Dizazter like a Canibus battle/ This is how the Supernatural rap classics had this tackled/ if skills sold kill Gold, Platinum be a must/ Attackin em and such till no distraction that they suck/ I was born a decade late yet Im grateful for the wait/cause I aint hear a complaint or placement of mistakes/ I mean we rather might’ve come up in the era of Illmatic/ 36 Chambers but still I’m a ragin addict/ cause music is my opium, aint no changing that/ My place in rap shall be Everlast as Im aimin with the range of Nash/ aim for eyes don’t plagiarize, state of rhyme locked in state of mind/ cock and bang like rape and nines/ blatant lies are breakin lives/ Need to get evidence your precedence is dead presidents/ and penmanship that’ll represent over your femininess/
Soul-searching hip-hop from this Florida rapper, with lyrics that dig deep and take an unflinching look at life’s questions. Bandcamp New & Notable May 1, 2023