Pa**ionate MC - Don't Fuk Up Our Beats V lyrics

[Verse 1: Lingo] You wanna battle with me, you choose d**h But war doesn't prove who's right, just who's left Now you're swepped under the rug, so who's checked? Ain't talking about a shirt when I say your crew next I'll bust a rhyme, extinction level event You seeing heaven or hell, I think you better repent Fallen angels, mauled and mangled, starved and strangled I got more lives than than all the Bengals Eye of the tiger, we riding for higher Grind mode defined so retire your liars My attire crown cause I'm the sire With world wide connects just like firewire 20/20 headlines spitting the best Grind like it's hindsight, give my vision a test That grind non-stop and my living is blessed f** the cops, I don't sleep, I'm resisting arrest [Verse 2: Pa**ionate MC] I'll smash on you novices fast like the flash from photographers Force like the wrath of a God that hits harder than Apocalypse Then lap Usain Bolt in a race while my back was chained close to a cargo ship You ain't popping clips, claiming that you draw guns When you wouldn't draw blood as a phlebotomist I'll squeeze the bow, co*k it quick, shoot you, reload Then shoot you again with the same arrow I just shot you with Cause when I get to shooting I'll have 'em seeing more arrows than an Asian playing Dance, Dance, Revolution When I advance for your execution Strong enough to rip the mic with your hands still connected to it Fine Archer, Rhyme Awkward, Bind Torture Quicker than a flying saucer You're not as fast me - it's Pa**ion's need just to have MC's Gashed and bleed when I stab and leave like Assa**in's Creed [Verse 3: Hamza] Lyrically you're getting jabbed in the face, stabbed with a stake I'm running circles around 'em like I'm lapping a race Coming at me like you want a n***a, that's a mistake We the move team, I'm putting n***as back in their place b**h, I'm higher than the satelitte for NASA in space Put my ear to the game like I'm cracking a safe Hear you talk about your b**h a** fat in the waist Big titties, but that b**h look like Shag in the face Now that's a disgrace, you about to have your chapter erased You n***as couldn't see Maz with a map of the states I'm so sharp with the tongue when I'm rapping it straight Feel like I spit 'em out full of broken gla** in your face Man, it's bars over bullsh**, I'm back in the race So if you n***as in my lane you better mash in your brakes This is my house, all you kids yapping away Go f** around and get touched like the Jackson estate, n***a [Verse 4: O] And if I do decide to help, I'mma be your ride to Hell Free of charge, it'll be like pasta when you swallow shells And I know that one day I'mma probably get that ride as well But it's like the clock's a snitch - only time will tell They used to tell me rap's irrelevant, it bores the art Punch him so hard his f**ing skeleton just falls apart I wouldn't start, kid, you barking up the wrong tree I'm so f**ing hard that my heart's made of concrete You don't want beef, Soco ignites me Man, I'm about to mix my drinks like Coco and Ice T Once this whole sh** is sung we sharp enough to injure Leave crowds looking like that college in Virginia Sick as cancer, rap's Adam Lanza Do the math, I'm a f**ing problem, here's the answer So get your cameras and focus, man They picking up broken teeth with broken hands [Verse 5: KNS] Now I'm the best is what they yapping But if you listen to their tracklist you'll need an Aspirin Cause them n***as been gay And when it comes to plugging these hoes, Lord knows I always bring a extra pair of clothes like it's gym day You wanna talk cash with me then have your sh** straight I've always been known to keep it a hundred, I've been frank And by your gear it's clear these f*gs in debt But would be rich if the banks cash reality checks This sh** I spit got 'em hip, like bring that line right back But I don't see , I'm still sick with this dime I tap So why they talking designer and how they be too G But if you look I'm the only real G you see See, I can see why they be mad when I'm flexing Cause I just spelled out Gucci, and they ain't even catch it Now you see, I be why they calling it quits (?) f** a pardon my French [Verse 6: Marshall Law] I bring cats to your hood like a Jag' coupe His a**whopping been late, that means past due I'll beat the brakes of the a** who that ga**ed you I ball out, and I know how to fight; Shaq Fu f** how these losers rhyme, b**h, I'm shooting nines Your a** cross me on Jesus I'll get you crucified Catch you in my hood wearing the wrong starter cap And I'mma beat the motherf**ing sweet out that Pinata a** You better (?), jump off before we meet up Ain't nothing non-violent about me throwing this piece up Get comfy and start flashing grins And I'mma crack up your motherf**ing head like ashy skin It's Marshall Law, and I'm back again Try and rip me and I'll engrave your name with that acronym You know ''rest in peace'', ''dead deceased'' I'll get you pilled for a stack then roll like ecstacy, easy