Sippin On Soda
-_5uWo0_-
16 bars...1 round...
Who's game?
twisted Top this crushing rap, I got you rushing back
Drop and flush these cats, with this vocal busting gat
Putting more pressure than a black hole when I smack foes
Got dope rhymes your feening like crack hoes I attract those
That want clever rhymes, sharp words sever minds
digging in your skull but know you’ll never find
A complex line design to try to contest mine
Punch lines to crunch spines disgust minds in much time
Realize beating me is like hitting a bomb
blow up in your face even when I’m spitting so calm
My lyrics still leave you dazed(days) and you will be beat
if there were seven of you you’ll still be weak(week)
Feel this speech that I always attach with flow
throwing dumb words and verbs to distract this pro
My bars keep you isolated in a prison when you listen
Rushing back my tongue bladed with ambition I was missing.
I smoke tracks...watch me roll up nD ghost tracks,
I run rap...you front like rollin' up with a bus pass...
Low class *****, feelin to copp em some toe tags,
slow laggin' the E-K-G when the chrome blast!
Test me... I'm spittin' through you with flow tight,
embarassin' ya a**, promise I'll ******** up ya whole night
Fake left, nD hit em' wit the BOMB when I throw right,
no lights, leave em' black'd out... like I brought
NIGHT...
twisted End battles, I keep the game tuck'd by the buckle...
beat em' down nD let em see GAME OVER tatt'd on my KNUCKLES!
You struggle, I spit when I aint deep in the hustle,
ya troubled, by the fact...
that you gettin' lyrically muscledSippin' on Soda...well ***** bet I'm sippin' the goose,
chasin' shots with fresh crops, til' I'm peelin' the roof!
Ya never seen the booth, the truth, we'll never see the proof,
that you can even prove,half the stupid s**t ya spew ya do!
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