This on some horror movie, Jason come and kill me type shit...
Eventually we all gon' pay a price.
At the right moment I come alive
With opportune tunes tooling with tones that defy
Getting a rise, makin' bitch emcees cry
I may look calm to you but I'm a killa on the inside
Gutter Wurthy, since a pre-teen, since new on scene
Since the green light poetically vile been my seine
Walk with me killa I'm on the brink
With eclectic manners like trying on a mink
Composed with flows that stay wetter than sinks
You got some shit to say, ayo homie let's link
I ain't a slink with my ink, but if you talk wreckless
You on more thin ice than a heated skating rink
My arsenal lyrics you should fear it, shit
And the microphone my friend with benefits
When it comes to art, I don't bend a bit
I murder instrumentals that's the end of it
There's no exact science to my defiance
Nor my verbal riots
Just stand in awe of my savagery and stay quiet
No telling how I do my thing or how I think
Entire masterpieces form as an eye gets blinked
There's no exact science to my defiance
Nor my verbal riots
Just stand in awe of my savagery and stay quiet
I got rap's baton, and I'm keeping up the pace
If you a hater, best you get up out my f*ckin' face
They say Grammys are like Heaven
So I'm gon' get on knees and play like I'm a reverend
For any future hit that I'm pennin'? Of my ability
I stay sure like a 57
They claim they got it and I'm like okay
People will say anything because they crazy
But views get skewed, perspective hazy
These rappers got more bozo flows than Cirque Du Soleil
Historically known as rap's bastard child
This shit here is sorta like a freestyle
They like, who gonna fix this all, and I smile
So I'mma hunt these kids down, no pedophile
All gather for my resurrection
Y'all can detect it in my voice, like an inflection
Takin' the craft a different direction
Word to R Les, Pete been your next selection
There's no exact science to my defiance
Nor my verbal riots
Just stand in awe of my savagery and stay quiet
No telling how I do my thing or how I think
Entire masterpieces form as an eye gets blinked
There's no exact science to my defiance
Nor my verbal riots
Just stand in awe of my savagery and stay quiet
I got rap's baton, and I'm keeping up the pace
If you a hater, best you get up out my f*ckin' face
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This on some horror movie, Jason come and kill me type shit...
Eventually we all gon' pay a price.
At the right moment I come alive
With opportune tunes tooling with tones that defy
Getting a rise, makin' bitch emcees cry
I may look calm to you but I'm a killa on the inside
Gutter Wurthy, since a pre-teen, since new on scene
Since the green light poetically vile been my seine
Walk with me killa I'm on the brink
With eclectic manners like trying on a mink
Composed with flows that stay wetter than sinks
You got some shit to say, ayo homie let's link
I ain't a slink with my ink, but if you talk wreckless
You on more thin ice than a heated skating rink
My arsenal lyrics you should fear it, shit
And the microphone my friend with benefits
When it comes to art, I don't bend a bit
I murder instrumentals that's the end of it
There's no exact science to my defiance
Nor my verbal riots
Just stand in awe of my savagery and stay quiet
No telling how I do my thing or how I think
Entire masterpieces form as an eye gets blinked
There's no exact science to my defiance
Nor my verbal riots
Just stand in awe of my savagery and stay quiet
I got rap's baton, and I'm keeping up the pace
If you a hater, best you get up out my f*ckin' face
They say Grammys are like Heaven
So I'm gon' get on knees and play like I'm a reverend
For any future hit that I'm pennin'? Of my ability
I stay sure like a 57
They claim they got it and I'm like okay
People will say anything because they crazy
But views get skewed, perspective hazy
These rappers got more bozo flows than Cirque Du Soleil
Historically known as rap's bastard child
This shit here is sorta like a freestyle
They like, who gonna fix this all, and I smile
So I'mma hunt these kids down, no pedophile
All gather for my resurrection
Y'all can detect it in my voice, like an inflection
Takin' the craft a different direction
Word to R Les, Pete been your next selection
There's no exact science to my defiance
Nor my verbal riots
Just stand in awe of my savagery and stay quiet
No telling how I do my thing or how I think
Entire masterpieces form as an eye gets blinked
There's no exact science to my defiance
Nor my verbal riots
Just stand in awe of my savagery and stay quiet
I got rap's baton, and I'm keeping up the pace
If you a hater, best you get up out my f*ckin' face
Eventually we all gon' pay a price.
At the right moment I come alive
With opportune tunes tooling with tones that defy
Getting a rise, makin' bitch emcees cry
I may look calm to you but I'm a killa on the inside
Gutter Wurthy, since a pre-teen, since new on scene
Since the green light poetically vile been my seine
Walk with me killa I'm on the brink
With eclectic manners like trying on a mink
Composed with flows that stay wetter than sinks
You got some shit to say, ayo homie let's link
I ain't a slink with my ink, but if you talk wreckless
You on more thin ice than a heated skating rink
My arsenal lyrics you should fear it, shit
And the microphone my friend with benefits
When it comes to art, I don't bend a bit
I murder instrumentals that's the end of it
There's no exact science to my defiance
Nor my verbal riots
Just stand in awe of my savagery and stay quiet
No telling how I do my thing or how I think
Entire masterpieces form as an eye gets blinked
There's no exact science to my defiance
Nor my verbal riots
Just stand in awe of my savagery and stay quiet
I got rap's baton, and I'm keeping up the pace
If you a hater, best you get up out my f*ckin' face
They say Grammys are like Heaven
So I'm gon' get on knees and play like I'm a reverend
For any future hit that I'm pennin'? Of my ability
I stay sure like a 57
They claim they got it and I'm like okay
People will say anything because they crazy
But views get skewed, perspective hazy
These rappers got more bozo flows than Cirque Du Soleil
Historically known as rap's bastard child
This shit here is sorta like a freestyle
They like, who gonna fix this all, and I smile
So I'mma hunt these kids down, no pedophile
All gather for my resurrection
Y'all can detect it in my voice, like an inflection
Takin' the craft a different direction
Word to R Les, Pete been your next selection
There's no exact science to my defiance
Nor my verbal riots
Just stand in awe of my savagery and stay quiet
No telling how I do my thing or how I think
Entire masterpieces form as an eye gets blinked
There's no exact science to my defiance
Nor my verbal riots
Just stand in awe of my savagery and stay quiet
I got rap's baton, and I'm keeping up the pace
If you a hater, best you get up out my f*ckin' face
Writer: Adam Shinn
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid