They told me time flies, that's ridiculous
With irony,
you fly by,
you my shrine,
it ain't usual
Epiphany,
these guidelines took a shine,
what they do to us
Active in the speed of night,
they tight when you move with us
I got my black hoodie,
no guns,
I'm Bishop By the time I catch a fate,
I squash your
heart's mucus Ain't no feet around the bushes
If I stick around,
I'm pushing,
put the stealer down
They see you now,
you heard the crowd,
they looking
Got me sitting by the corner with my brainstorms trapped
They saw me sipping on my water,
swallow flows in my raps
Now too many bars,
I'm hand-puffed,
that's some * I harassed
They call it justice,
can't cuff it out for the skills,
who harassed the chi-it?
Your rap skills are handicapped,
sup homie,
check the membrane Let's talk about your fanbase,
you keep moving on the same place
Never let a nigga outstand me,
you're in a bad move Cause I pay attention to sub-jabs niggas
play to So I told his niggas your rap scheme is foolery
You pack dreams,
but I chew from the back,
you're hard to pull is me Your rag theme,
check your pants,
so they sagging,
that was soon to see
I'm old school,
in my shoes,
you could bruise out intensively I got my
jukebox strapped on and a squeeze bottle
Feel the heat with the beats,
only two bars,
I squeeze your body
Now that's a gym class,
jogging your hood and body bag,
nobody bad That lyric,
kill it,
kill it nigga,
get your body nabbed
I know they told me time flies,
but that's ridiculous We underground rappers,
now tell the world how you picture this
Lame lines,
no character,
pre-school storylines Arranging these 4G rhymes,
fake raw,
a lot of grime
Ciphers for a living,
these hood rats ain't got platform Lack self-esteem,
who killed rap and what it was to us?
Thing is you talk much and spit less,
you ain't catch the difference between the atmospheres that
we make I'ma drop a new clear bomb on your head and get away
with it Cause your old niggas fake and two-faced and trappy,
stay with it Cause I'm way too concerned about this
poetry and tracing it Just lay with your dreadlock,
get your coffin,
you gon' lay in it,
hey You got a gang and I got a OG squad 4AM in the morning,
the walls coming out with the spray paint And the mixtape speak,
and that's a culture when it break
through norm Graffiti messages * you,
you can swallow your thoughts Go away,
my rap's coming out
You're educated?
What the *,
dawg,
I'm a genius Check on my dogs in the building,
how they shot balls to the east See,
most of y'all are sick,
but you know it's no no from beginning
You been attracting none of my fans,
it's a low blow kinda business Well,
nothing can hold me down,
*,
I'm too frustrated How you butt-kissed
the industry that still never made it?
See,
I would butt-kick my enemies and have them separated I
see them broken niggas running around from the bottom,
I ain't blazing So hip-hop deserves an apology
You disrespected MCs and rap consciousness that
wouldn't cost a fee What happened to being shrill,
being real for the people?
You're all streeters,
what happens when you're not rapping?
*, stuck up in an agony
If I die now
If I die now
If I die now now now If I die now
If I die now If I die now now now
Yeah,
yeah,
retro killing I sacrificed you with hecatomb kettle wounds
But I made it through when they told me I was after you
A number of some souls keep gallivanting in hip-hop
And does anybody know if my penny or thorn can * drop?
I gave my heart and my soul to my scriptures Their feeling is warm,
I could cut her with
swords and a mission My spirit immortal,
I jump to the wall,
take
me with you If I die any moment,
just stick to your sources
and speak to your people Tell a tale,
I died of extortion,
right?
Overcharged with the penalty,
cause you rapped so much
And the world couldn't handle a bit of peace
It keeps me alive and you want me to exhale?
I spoke to the doctor,
he said,
real spit in my x-ray
I smoke on my verses,
a page on my ashtray Now we talking lyin' cancer as I spit a breath
away I'm a perfect souvenir,
store me in the chamber,
yeah I got a lot of respect, you can't better me
the normal way They died in an overrule,
but I died as a hero
Despite of the decimals, the chances were zero
Do you mind if I take the time, give you thesis?
Hand you a demo,
ain't no debate,
you'll find reasons
Apocalypse when I punch this bitch,
you'll find Jesus
Tryna read through the lines,
you know,
telekinesis
Find reasons, lines, you know, telekinesis
If I die now, put the whole world in devastation
No rap messenger and more below the average
So-called evidence of purity, it's immaculate
Will I try to imagine it,
losing track and insanity?
What I hear on television now is R&B * Don't take it personal,
but you ain't got a trap with a script All you need is
dreadlocks and a tongue to a dick Your niggas homo-bio as hell,
so you're catching feelings You spit bitchy,
you ain't popping,
only swag is dripping The quality straight and the beat tight,
but you're missing This delivery never questioned,
flowing to an extant Extant narration of the beat,
I need a freshman Code balls,
I'll tell your partner in crime,
have an essence Straight up,
excess,
I'm the queen,
the * you expect?
If I die now,
you'll never hear that from a female
Beat that big ass and the cough syrup Y
'all bitches sounding like what we already
have I know you tryna play unique,
I ain't fascinated
by that Trap * is radioactive,
on every single
rotation A dumb nigga rapping,
as underground as I
am I feel neglected by my segment, now it's me
against the world with this type of sound that I'm dragging
I gave my heart and my soul and my scriptures The feeling is warm,
I could cut it with swords
and a mission I gave my heart and my soul and my scriptures
The feeling is warm,
I could cut it with swords and a mission
If I die now,
I put the whole world on devastation
Whole world on devastation
Whole world on devastation
If I die now,
I put the whole world on devastation