Jul 2018
Taking it back to real hip hop this new **** needs to stop
Fools in it for the money and not fro props
I remember when mcs used to make the mics pop
Ain't no such thing as too much music but such thing as bad music
I only appeal to the real steal your appeal
Sike I'm in it for street real and the people's who feel
This real **** I spit the hardest in the pit
Full of snakes i shake the bake that means im untouched nine will make ya double dutch say what?
Dead men can't talk know ****** who'll hawk and bite before they bark lite me a spark
To the tips of blunts let's my mind pull dangerous stunts
I'm aimmin' at emcees neck with the tech make ya soul sweat
One man threat can't be checked
If I'm the checker ultimate wrecker king me hoes bring me
Money like ozone my lyrics prone to make ya wanna do grown
Things bling bling bling let the beat sing once my vocals touch begins the recording y'all still boarding
On the wack air waves **** the air plays I rock old school everyday either way no matter what you say
I'm still grinding makin'
Dineros grande yeahh
As the games unraveling fools still traveling
Outta bounds see the desert bird for ears that heard
Nothing but rumors wounds grew on ya like tumors born pass the baby boomers I'm generation Plex next so who wanna flex?
With the rap Jurassic flows fantastic money acrobatic Makin static
Everytime I touch a mic
Make ya wanna rewrite just to recite ya own misery it ain't no mystery my metaphors like claws
Slash though careers instill your deepest fears
A scarecrow the realist ***** who loves to pop pistols
Not for show but for others to know
My flows golden conquer the world **** near Napoleon
Your body played like an accordion
I be rap guardian
An angel beatin' all angle dimensions tension once I strengthen fool turn to religions
No escapin' my Hellbound souls drown and found
In tbe lake of fire my yielding desires set the game on fire without a match put away the coke batch we make racks from rhymes that stack on tracks splittin' heads like splits of Mack's
Make ya wanna retrack cuz they present to **** wack
I make my hits Everytime and you can tell buy how i shine...
Fools in it for the money and not fro props
I remember when mcs used to make the mics pop
Ain't no such thing as too much music but such thing as bad music
I only appeal to the real steal your appeal
Sike I'm in it for street real and the people's who feel
This real **** I spit the hardest in the pit
Full of snakes i shake the bake that means im untouched nine will make ya double dutch say what?
Dead men can't talk know ****** who'll hawk and bite before they bark lite me a spark
To the tips of blunts let's my mind pull dangerous stunts
I'm aimmin' at emcees neck with the tech make ya soul sweat
One man threat can't be checked
If I'm the checker ultimate wrecker king me hoes bring me
Money like ozone my lyrics prone to make ya wanna do grown
Things bling bling bling let the beat sing once my vocals touch begins the recording y'all still boarding
On the wack air waves **** the air plays I rock old school everyday either way no matter what you say
I'm still grinding makin'
Dineros grande yeahh
As the games unraveling fools still traveling
Outta bounds see the desert bird for ears that heard
Nothing but rumors wounds grew on ya like tumors born pass the baby boomers I'm generation Plex next so who wanna flex?
With the rap Jurassic flows fantastic money acrobatic Makin static
Everytime I touch a mic
Make ya wanna rewrite just to recite ya own misery it ain't no mystery my metaphors like claws
Slash though careers instill your deepest fears
A scarecrow the realist ***** who loves to pop pistols
Not for show but for others to know
My flows golden conquer the world **** near Napoleon
Your body played like an accordion
I be rap guardian
An angel beatin' all angle dimensions tension once I strengthen fool turn to religions
No escapin' my Hellbound souls drown and found
In tbe lake of fire my yielding desires set the game on fire without a match put away the coke batch we make racks from rhymes that stack on tracks splittin' heads like splits of Mack's
Make ya wanna retrack cuz they present to **** wack
I make my hits Everytime and you can tell buy how i shine...
