SGM Records - The Best Lyricist (FreeVerse) lyrics

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SGM Records - The Best Lyricist (FreeVerse) lyrics

It's the best lyricist you've ever head in ya life! I just kept spittin' sh** and learned to murder a mic Everyday, work and i grind, paper burns when i write Improve faster than a bird that's learnin' to fly Ride of die! mother f** a fake b**h Talk some sh** n' ill cut ya up with razors b**h thats wa**up! i'm gonna buzz n' say sh**, then spark a J get drunk as f** and take pills Amity's mother f**in' back spittin' a better rhythm for ye Those other rapper wack and they get a little boring I step in with a forty but bet I'm stealin' your drinks 'for i get a little more weed after sendin' Nidge a call-me Smoke it all up, 'till i get f**in' sick n' gag then Weird and crazy, yehh this kid is manic So think what ya want, i ain't never givin' a sh** Yehh trousers are fallin' down so you can kiss my a** b**h Keep spittin' raps till i die of a d** overdose You wanna battle me? just don't 'cos yo - You goin' down like all the s*uts load of clothes When i step in the room with a knife shoved up both their throats! Got y'all mother f**ers sayin' "sh**, what the f**?" b**h you can bet that this kids f**in' nuts I just chill, an' i spit, 'cos its fun Bow to ya knees, ya sh**, and ya only spit, 'cos ya s** Some f*gs reckon its sh**, whenever i spit But i let them cos b**h, no emcee can mess with this kid So do what ya want, i don't stop, whatever it is I just snap back fast, like a s*ut that's desperate for dick! You mother f**in' know I'm k**in' the beat when I just speak sicker than ye Stick it or leave. spittin' a free to live in my dream Chill, hittin' the weed, not givin' a bit of a sh** what ya think Givin' ya me when ya listen to these illest of frees, b**h just agree Download limit is reached within a week when its released N' still I'm the teen finna just drink 'till imma need to get sick to my knees b**h i live what i speak, quitin' is quick! b**h imma be fillin' ya stream, k**in' emcees with the writens i bring 'till im deceased Bipolar with that ADD My mind dont work the same way ye think But i still write doper whenever i rape these beats And now im comin' up like ive been taking Es! All you other rappers don't wanna start or say sh** I got them shocked an' shakin' till ya want a job that ain't this Stay gettin' high n' i be droppin alot of great sh** Now you recognize like you startin' a conversation Now ya got ya confirmation, this kids hot a dabin' wand! Got parkinsons, keep dropin i can't stop Get em interested like i'm a model thats lackin' bra's then do my sh** and go off with some ganj to spark

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