Chemist - The Break's Ova (Prod. By Chemist Productions) lyrics

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Chemist - The Break's Ova (Prod. By Chemist Productions) lyrics

[Verse 1: Prom King Kong] I'm so giant, music been hot And I don't need no one to cosign it I be getting brain from your wife When she with you, she's closed minded I put in work and I became the boss I gave the gun a raise and I promoted violence Flow be shining like gold and diamonds Heart be thriving in the coldest climate I'm so beyond it, yall so behind it Dough, be on it, lil bro, be honest Know we run this, yall slow, we Sonic Hoe remind me of Pocahontas Phone for grinding, yall Pokemon-ing n***a been winning so long Ain't living the sh** in your song Quit with the fibbing, yall n***as still live with yo mom I say my new sh** gone blow me up Paper, do flips like Tony Hawk Hating, cuz you n***as is phony They fake as cubic zirconia Satan Jr, one and only They get rude, it's something on me Make ya move, it's nothing homie Save ya lil gun emojis I'm making n***as honey comby Fillled with holes, speaking of hoes Your's, taking dick deep in her throat She, catch all the semen and gulp She take her payment in pizza and dope Yea, n***as is sleep and I'm woke I see what they don't, no secret occult Yea, mentally deeper than most You're weak and it shows, just leave it alone I'm, eating rappers like they dessert Take a Perc, and then they get merked And laid in dirt, I be on my grind Like your name be on paperwork I, only trust me and me Haters show me love conveniently b**h, believe in me like dieties I, put these MC's in guillotines And all my n***as riding That's why all your n***as hiding Mixture of Apollo and Poseidon Team go hard as Ninja Gaiden Riots start up when I'm rhyming Got my game tight and yall know I'm saucing Pulled a lot of rap n***as cards And now I'm spade tight, about to go a Boston Checking n***as getting so exhausting I done heard it all, stop fronting boy It's like a full time job, not to murder yall and I'm unemployed But I could own a bar factory Every bar's a art masterpiece Leave a track deceased, like a black man With possession of a weapon when he charge at police Uhhh, my clout got them hype and hollering Only run they mouth on the sites they log-in You're god damn right I'm mobbing M's on my mind just like a Majin Yall sayin yall getting slept on but all my fans insomniacs f** it, if it ain't XombyLand, which works out cuz I'm putting yall in bodybags

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