General Beats - Final Hour lyrics

[Verse 1: LuisDJM] Satan sold his soul to me Now you kittens gonna fear me like Slender Man knocking on your windshield Name is O.T., my alliance is official We set the rules here without the stripes or the whistle Made your life miserable on twitter Now your a** is stuck to a nest; no chipper Ya said I was whack, now you hoes reconsider Cause when I pick up the mic, all your lips just zipper, yeah Heard them stray dogs are in love with us, but keep it anonymous Cause they cannot f** with us, or flow with us Everyone in here sounds like Jermaine Cole Or Kendrick Lamar with the same words, same flow No Originality, Hip-Hop's Cold Dead underground filled with the same souls; Point is, we're bringing something different to the table; We, Ourselves, us: Ain't to need for a label