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Relentless Video (MV)




Performed By: Sniper Joe & Aj Siciliano
Language: English
Length: 2:23
Written by: Christian Rivera




Sniper Joe & Aj Siciliano - Relentless Lyrics




I'm running with the dough and the flow don't stop
I'm gunning, ten toes, and your dome I'll drop
With the PKP, I'll put em' to sleep, bring your best MC, bring an EKG
Gung-ho on the beat, put the game in shock
Got war on the mind, I'm the one who knocks
F*ck your bitch in polo socks
F*ck your bitch in polo socks
I'm running through the mix like the fire under styx
Can't stop this quid pro quo between these lics n the bliss
Runnin low on gas better light up some grass
Sit back relax pass the dab, man that shit slaps
Aye

Why you slurring all your words, you speaking gibberish
Why you in my space, you littering
Why you mad, feeling all this bitterness
Get Glad, I'll turn you inside out like a garbage bag, that's 40 pack
I'm taking out the trash, got the booty in the grocery bag, that's a movie snack
Finna count up all these stacks
I'm like the NASDAQ
Like bandicoot, I crashed that
House market, I clapped that
Thru these bars I slapped that

I slapped that, and passed that
Seeing through your schemes like a CAT scan
All they do is ghost, I'm gonna eat em' like Pac-Man
It's wack, man, dodging all these mines like its Pakistan
Speaking of your rap clan, I'll nuke em' like Fat Man
Got em' in my scope and I reduce them to fractions
My passion too profound, emerging from the ashes
Like guns, I tell these girls that I don't want no attachments

Sniper Joe, you know I like the long range
Putting rhymes together like a f*cking archmage
Boostin' my adrenaline, you know it's all day
All day, we cookin' shit all day
Take me back to '08, shoes whiter than Colgate
Take her back to my place, we vibing in mySpace
Hit em' with the precision, trigger finger be itchin'
Call me doc cause I be handin' em' these lyrical prescriptions

Just a young kid from South Florida
Coming from immigrants, we know a thing or two 'bout crossing borders
It's a daily struggle, always scramblin' for loose quarters
But we're always fighting out here, never losing sight or focus
With my crew neck tee, baggy jeans, socks and sandals
I'm taking over the endgame, they look at me like I'm Thanos
Mind of a scholar, lineage of Confucius
I don't associate with simps, so why is that confusing?
To you, two-faced snake, I'll cut you loose
If you decide to come back, you'll meet your MF Doom.
You sweatin' monsoons, won't last a second in the Don's shoes
Whippin' out the crime scene in a mongoose
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I'm running with the dough and the flow don't stop
I'm gunning, ten toes, and your dome I'll drop
With the PKP, I'll put em' to sleep, bring your best MC, bring an EKG
Gung-ho on the beat, put the game in shock
Got war on the mind, I'm the one who knocks
F*ck your bitch in polo socks
F*ck your bitch in polo socks
I'm running through the mix like the fire under styx
Can't stop this quid pro quo between these lics n the bliss
Runnin low on gas better light up some grass
Sit back relax pass the dab, man that shit slaps
Aye

Why you slurring all your words, you speaking gibberish
Why you in my space, you littering
Why you mad, feeling all this bitterness
Get Glad, I'll turn you inside out like a garbage bag, that's 40 pack
I'm taking out the trash, got the booty in the grocery bag, that's a movie snack
Finna count up all these stacks
I'm like the NASDAQ
Like bandicoot, I crashed that
House market, I clapped that
Thru these bars I slapped that

I slapped that, and passed that
Seeing through your schemes like a CAT scan
All they do is ghost, I'm gonna eat em' like Pac-Man
It's wack, man, dodging all these mines like its Pakistan
Speaking of your rap clan, I'll nuke em' like Fat Man
Got em' in my scope and I reduce them to fractions
My passion too profound, emerging from the ashes
Like guns, I tell these girls that I don't want no attachments

Sniper Joe, you know I like the long range
Putting rhymes together like a f*cking archmage
Boostin' my adrenaline, you know it's all day
All day, we cookin' shit all day
Take me back to '08, shoes whiter than Colgate
Take her back to my place, we vibing in mySpace
Hit em' with the precision, trigger finger be itchin'
Call me doc cause I be handin' em' these lyrical prescriptions

Just a young kid from South Florida
Coming from immigrants, we know a thing or two 'bout crossing borders
It's a daily struggle, always scramblin' for loose quarters
But we're always fighting out here, never losing sight or focus
With my crew neck tee, baggy jeans, socks and sandals
I'm taking over the endgame, they look at me like I'm Thanos
Mind of a scholar, lineage of Confucius
I don't associate with simps, so why is that confusing?
To you, two-faced snake, I'll cut you loose
If you decide to come back, you'll meet your MF Doom.
You sweatin' monsoons, won't last a second in the Don's shoes
Whippin' out the crime scene in a mongoose
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Writer: Christian Rivera
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