Southpaw - First Thursday - 12/4/14 lyrics

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Southpaw - First Thursday - 12/4/14 lyrics

[Verse 1: The Raz] Look out Razler's taking on lead just like the pope And if I catch you talking smack you're getting jumped like rope I ain't Jesus, I ain't giving you a reason to hope I ain't Yeezus, I ain't a walking talking idiot trope Nope I am superior like the intellect of my crew Sk** endless like 3.141592 And when we done with these bars, we're comin' for you When you lined in our sights there's not much that you can do But turn and run like that rich man's prodigal son Imma descendant of Genghis: I am the last living hun Pillaging your home leaving all you built undone Just hold on cause the chaos we cause has just begun [Verse 2: MaRiiiO] Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture Multicolored, Joey's technicolor written in scripture Spitten' from my lips scabbed with fever blisters and whiskers And this candy rappers' war headed to a sour tongue twister Grab a pretzel shake the salt up off my character Nah this ain't third person omniscient, I'm the narrator Juxtapose my tone next to a pretty pink rose And then ya froze, plot the summary on Sparknotes Nevermore, quoth the Raven Nine bucks and three quarters, train station manifestation Dictation cremation, vibration foundation, translation: flow Nose always forever knows, let it go, M-A-R-I-O [Verse 3: Delveezus] I've been pushed to the point of no return My rhymes so ill they'll make your stomach churn You guilty of fraud: case closed, court adjourned Cash boomerang I got money comin' back in my tax return Homies out here strugglin' to get a cheeseburger from Aramark I keep it locked up but my bite's worse than my bark I'm no match for you, I'm a Bic watch me spark This may be First Thursday but Chipmasters ain't no lark You think I'm done, I'm just warming up I'll hit you with my camery then runneth over like my cup Been double cupped up at the yacht club Jay's ready to blow your mind like a slug [Verse 4: Jay] Son, you've got 12 bars to get out my way, and if you stay I will maim you - a co*ky rooster you'll stay A Chik-fil-A, soup of the day, I'll Lay down the law Serve you up homestyle with waffle fries and coleslaw With my ivory skin in this game I'm a white knight Van Gogh hard into the Starry Night in the right fight Swipe right on Tinder, when I wanna check mates Turn chumps to cinders when it's time to checkmate While my brothers in Philly write rhymes freezing in a soup line The heat's on at Ghost: I'm writing punchlines at lunchtime And so, in comparison you know our lives are half as rough This school's our garrison, we're here to hard and hang tough [Verse 5: JRusol] I'm like a phoenix resurrect from the ashes Always be battling - samurai warrior clashes Saving young souls threatened by sheeple-herd ma**es So when I'm judged I won't be punished serf-style: whip lashes Chakra energy emits from my spinal Give authenticity to beats like cla**ics on vinyl With this flow you can't help but savor the flavor Lyrics simply aren't meant to be catered to haters Matter don't matter when your mentality shatters Psychologically I don't care bout Schoology platters Feels like I'm being made plump and academically fatter Illuminati in my thought waves, altering patterns [Outro] Nah it's not over yet Just first hand experienced the sk** of my squad Rhymes harder than the prison bars and iron rods Don't mess with this boul, or you'll get the bouls Elemental oneness, lunar push and pull I keep my crew surrounded by bread like grilled cheezus Our lines more locked down than my Twitter @Delveezus I go hard like Chase Utley, you can look for me at second base Black jedi, pepper spray, medieval club - my flows are Mace And for all of you who think this is a one-time thing you're mistaken Chipmasters is just beginning - this stage is for the taking

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