Текст песни
I'm a verbal fucking machete I'm real fucking deadly
I'm steady, I'm ready to sever a hater in six fucking seconds
I'm flexing the tech with aggression, no question My lesson was hustling out in the section
Yack streets taught me how to lace up heat Put a verse on beat, let the words go deep
Whole block talking but they don't want beef I'm a shark with a blade where the water too
Steep Concrete jungle, I rumble with killers
I mumble a prayer, then aim for they villa Switching to fucking rhythm, I'm hitting like
Thriller The way that I spit it, I'm sick with a filler
Fast tongue, fucking twister, I blister the track
Big ass clip, full loaded, it sticks to the mack
Bitch so cold, I'ma flip it right back Hood memoir in a rap, that's fucking phat
Run it up quick, spit flame, don't miss Cold in the hood where the pain don't switch
Fast tongue flip when the gang get thick Clock don't jam and the chain don't slip
Run it up quick, spit flame, don't miss Cold in the hood where the pain don't switch
Fast tongue flip when the gang get thick Clock don't jam and the chain don't slip
I'm a syllable soldier, a militant poet Unload it and show it, I'm cold when I flow it
The code is fucking devoted, I rose and I wrote it
My foes get demoted, they broke and they know it
Rapid fire spitter, I'm sicker than liquor With triggers, yack big blocks, super sinner
I'm a xenophobe, fucking winner Never fold, never told, never been, never blend
OG bloodline, that's the set to defend Wordplay whipping like a kitchen full of pots
Heat in my hand, that's the stove when it pop Haters online but they fold on the block
Talking real loud till they soul get dropped Busting the beat like a burglary scene
Murder my verse with a surgical gleam Curving the serpent, I'm serving the fiend
Life too raw for a nursery dream
Run it up quick, spit flame, no miss Cold in the hood where the pain don't switch
Fast tongue flip when the gang get thick Clock don't jam and the chain don't slip
Run it up quick, spit flame, no miss Cold in the hood where the pain don't switch
Fast tongue flip when the gang get thick Clock don't jam and the chain don't slip
Yaka were raised with the fire and veins City full of pain, I was grinding in rain
Blood in the concrete, nothing the same Everyday gamble where the dice in the game
Rapid artillery literally killing these beats with agility
Villainies drilling me, filling me energy, enemy synergy
Can't match cadence, my pace outrageous Vars contagious, the hood my pages
Talk my talk with a chop so slick Clock don't stop when I pop that clip
Tongue too quick with the wordplay switch Street may spit in a murderer's pitch
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