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| 29 Dec 2014 03:53 PM |
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MZcr-K39ojY (Beat, sounds good with vocals, trust me.)
Ghost with the most, burn your ass like toast, The boas boast, when they set out to roast. Embroider your corpse like a woman's purse, and dump the body off on the coast, and disperse, disposin the shotgun burst for the worst possible word, and I'll still make you hurt. The bad guy behind a tux, hiding behind trust and lust, When the explosions hit, the whole place'll combust, and the evil will bust through the shell Post-Modem modern, apocalypse, words'll stab right through your esophagus,and proceed with hopping [S], One verb, or one word of mine will cost as much as a pot prescript, money spent for a conversation, don't gotta imagine, cuz i never shut my lip. Shoot from the hip, an uber-abundance of acid trip'. lake flaccid, pain's the snake, jumpin for the rabbit My flow is an animal, and you can not have it, sundering, wondering, top of the world, practically hovering Destroy Galaxy, and have him struggling, the prophecy said, that I'm the one, So automatically I've won, If you think differently, guess you've found a mistake in fallacy, This is how it be,I'll make you bleed from first place, You'll always be stuck at B, and i won't let up the pace, Will never let you catch-up, splatter your blood over condiments so it lookin like ketchup, ask your friend how it taste, You're nothin but a waste of human resources, no matter how you look at it, I've won this race. Better check your sources, cuz you gotta share and you gotta care, Look out for the second EP, like you creepy, end this [S] like I'm under the influence with lots of fluids, and just stare. This type of misogynistic flow is quite rare,
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-Beat cuts off-
You ain't nothing but a statistic, look as this autistic tear you a new one, You ain't doin' well, the closest you got to a weapon was a Call Of Duty ballistic, I spit the sick [S], cuz I'm wicked, you spit some snitch [S], cuz you crooked.
You in the presence of a god baring presents, so you peasants Better move faster then instant message,and just watch who you mess-with. I'm the closest mechanical thing to reach sentience. This is the end sentence, so stop rapping, because you just wreckless. End set-list. |
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Lamar
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| 29 Dec 2014 05:04 PM |
rap is actually not bad, i'd like to hear you flow
but... that beat... ugh |
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