D4oesz - Pure Bars, Pt. 2 (feat. Papa Bands) Lyrics

Woah woah woah woah
It's part two
Bars so pure don't get confused with cocaine
The way I'm spitting out fire yet it's feeling like rain
You think you Tory you should stay in ya lane
I'm still coming for the glory with no holes in my game
Like bad boys yeah we back again
I'm known as Thanos 'bout to snap again
Same dude with no pad, no pen
Saying f*ck the Jack and Jill, it's just Jack with Gin
Now I feel like Tony Romo
If they do not need me then they know I'm going solo
But we on the same side know that I ain' switching
If I'm feeling like I'm Jordan then I guess I fold my Pippen
But he cannot be a Pippen when he grinding more like Kobe
You can let the words speak when you coming from the Show-Me
Claiming she a fan but really is she only?
I'm still going for the top cuz the bottom just as lonely
Gotta tell 'em that I'm ten toes down, that's ten toe deep
I done been knocked down now I'm back to my feet
I've been battling wolves I ain't scared of no sheep
F*ck a bitch name faith, I ain' taking no leap
So is adios, hop in the jeep, I tell 'em vaminos
Since taking trips to Hollywood just for Hollyhoes
Insert myself on top of my girl that's where my body goes
Yeah these boy's been running from conflict like a snotty nose
Running from action, I'm lights, camera when I see it
I'm drinking a bottle a whole fifth while you plea it
Pick a carcass apart while its still steaming
Manifested to reality no need for dreaming
Beats turn into artifacts, hold on I cannot start with that
That was 5 years ago, still I'ma slaughter cats
All you rappers days get numbered, I'm like the almanac
Call up my nigga Nutty
Bitches asking where the almonds at?
Cash out, my vision clearer than in a glass house
I paint a picture that is so vivid Van Gogh would back down
Stash house, the way that I'm dope you think I had pounds
IT ain' even as scary in comparison to rap clowns
Ass to spit like rim jobs, yo drive wouldn't even crash a whip
Blasphemous, feel like the Messiah born and raised in Nazareth
Pacifist, they raging a war against the blackest kids
Not having it, f*ck all that drug talk and that ass that's big
We taking over, LowerClass coming straight from bottom
In a minute yo favorite rapper you soon to forgot 'em
So get back again, you'll swear to God that I was African
The way I keep the peace its like hakuna matata
A fool, I'ma not-a, y'all niggas you do what you gotta
But you a fool if you follow just to get a view for a dollar
When D'low, I'm living slow and cruise like impala
When D4oesz, these niggas cannot do what I'm bouta
Look
D4oesz and Bands, we like shoes in the sand
We taking off and glowing up
We like two super saiyans, maneuver and plan
Niggas cannot do what we can
We set a pace with the thoughts, the thoughts took off and ran
Cool as a fan boy
Nigga you couldn't cattle the beef, it ain' no land for it
Really I'm bouta remaster this lease, I'm the landlord
Taking over this game it's a shame and I won't stand for it
Paraplegic, give me a hand boy
Bars so pure don't get confused with cocaine
The way I'm-
Beats turn into artifacts, hold on
Bars so pure don't get confused with cocaine
The way I'm-
F*ck all that drug talk
I tell 'em vaminos
Bars so pure don't get confused with cocaine
The way I'm-
Beats turn into artifacts, hold on
Bars so pure don't get confused with cocaine
The way I'm-
Beats turn into artifacts, hold on
I tell 'em vaminos