[Verse 1: Nalyd Ecitsuj]
You've been warned, you've been torn, like a thorn from its branch
Set apart from the rest, who is next, I'm the best, imma bless, every test, pass a mic, give it light, preach the light to your life
Introduce you to the rap game jesus CHRIST
In the past you've been hurt, building hate, losing faith, feeling down, look around, hear the sound, listen close to the lyrical lost and the found
Look kids a clown with a crown buried six hundred sixty six inches in the underground
My synopopsis is to drown you in my accomplishmnents stuff them down your espophagus with more confidence
A bar that is like my stomach it is motherfucking bottomless
The complete dominance only documents the harshessness of the hip hop hippotpotomus
Who remains anonymous when im talking to this labtop it has consequence cause without nalyd this world would be full of idiotologists
My consciousness is haunted by demonic voxes that speak constant masonic nonsense without my consent
It might be a sign or an omen that i'm psychotic
Or that i need god but seems like im already god its obvious dogma
Might need to extinguish this track because your headphones are leaking molten mogma
Nah ah that as a crock load of hogwash topped with a little dog shit
Quick switch to a different sterotypical topic
This is getting a little heavy oops i might just drop it
I see the big picture because my mind's telescopic
I break rules and do as i please
Impossible victory with rap i did the unexpested opposite expected of me
Checkmate in monopoly score a touchdown in street hockey
I could give a shit what you think cuz i don't need your approval to allow me to go about being a one man army
A little snarky don't start with me
You're barking up the wrong tree this is my w-a-r-n-i-n-g
I'm just a young and up-and-coming twitter bio rapper who's got nothing
I'm huffin and puffin and crushin bitter denial rappers who are bluffin
You're pushin and shovin but no need to rush or be roughing me up
Unless i'm cuttin you up and just leavin your blood gushin up
Yeah you think you're tough cause a snap back and your fat stack
But it's not about the cash or even how much swag claim that you have
Just stop braggin cuz you'll soon be a cadaver man pissing through a cathater man
I gather my loyal female fans and there's nothin that I would rather have
You never heard of me but for sure I can murder beats
I work for weeks and lurk the streets learnin how to earn the green
I'm disturbing the peace got no courtesy Insert my N-A-L-Y-D Dick
Into her vaginas verterbrae until I heard her scream "nalyd your hurtin me"
It's safe to say that if you're listening I made your day
Just make your way into this beautiful bouquet of razor blades
It's okay cuz the haters will soon just fade away
And decay into the waste of gay MC's that play today
Rapping's not a game but I'm pretty positive it is monopoly
I'm on a rocket flyin to the top strap on to me
And honestly go ahead and hate cuz you ain't ever stoppin me
It's comedy to me that you rappers constantly ignoring me
You are all just hesitant to see me as a prodigy
People wanna commonly call me a rappin prophecy
My level of quality is solid yours is wobbling
I expect a solemn apology from you very soon, audibly
No other commodity can fock with me see, I'm no k-i-n-g
But there is no need for rose petals to be thrown at my feet
I'm a thorn in your side, get thrown into a throne
Better watch the fucking tone that you speak when I get in a zone
I'm in a whole different league on my mothafuckin' own, it's just me and maybe Sebby
Outside of us nobody has came close
No opponents can compete, and I've never been known to retreat
From beef, be beat, follow trends or wallow in defeat
I'm still hungry as fuck, but can't even say bon appetit
Cause I don't know what to eat first the fucking microphone or the beat
Bitch, nobody's mind works like mine
It's nose to the grindstone time, holmes, your mind's blown
Cause I rhyme like I'm still trying to get signed, stop bitchin it might simply not be your time
Or you can't find time to rhyme so you need to find a diamond in a snowstorm
Bout as hard as my pelvic horn when I'm alone in a pornhub forum
Can't take the heat get out the kitchen cause If I ever catch you slipping boy you done you missing
If you keep talking shit I'll bury you in 999 feet deep ditches
You think im playing? yo I'm really really bout my business
Yeah I ain't kidding, I go up on the mic after I get done shittin' and yu know when I start dissin you'll have a whole YouTube video to watch and listen
But if you calling me out. You gone wish you didn't
The Boy Nalyd E got skills yeah I'm the illest when there is an instrumental to kill
This is the final scene
I brought the lean meanwhile Seb brought the green
Toke some, take one for the team
Seb take the mic out my hand before I start to scream
[AWWWWW]
[Verse 2: Sebby]
[?]
You've been warned, you've been torn, like a thorn from its branch
Set apart from the rest, who is next, I'm the best, imma bless, every test, pass a mic, give it light, preach the light to your life
Introduce you to the rap game jesus CHRIST
In the past you've been hurt, building hate, losing faith, feeling down, look around, hear the sound, listen close to the lyrical lost and the found
Look kids a clown with a crown buried six hundred sixty six inches in the underground
My synopopsis is to drown you in my accomplishmnents stuff them down your espophagus with more confidence
A bar that is like my stomach it is motherfucking bottomless
The complete dominance only documents the harshessness of the hip hop hippotpotomus
Who remains anonymous when im talking to this labtop it has consequence cause without nalyd this world would be full of idiotologists
My consciousness is haunted by demonic voxes that speak constant masonic nonsense without my consent
It might be a sign or an omen that i'm psychotic
Or that i need god but seems like im already god its obvious dogma
Might need to extinguish this track because your headphones are leaking molten mogma
Nah ah that as a crock load of hogwash topped with a little dog shit
Quick switch to a different sterotypical topic
This is getting a little heavy oops i might just drop it
I see the big picture because my mind's telescopic
I break rules and do as i please
Impossible victory with rap i did the unexpested opposite expected of me
Checkmate in monopoly score a touchdown in street hockey
I could give a shit what you think cuz i don't need your approval to allow me to go about being a one man army
A little snarky don't start with me
You're barking up the wrong tree this is my w-a-r-n-i-n-g
I'm just a young and up-and-coming twitter bio rapper who's got nothing
I'm huffin and puffin and crushin bitter denial rappers who are bluffin
You're pushin and shovin but no need to rush or be roughing me up
Unless i'm cuttin you up and just leavin your blood gushin up
Yeah you think you're tough cause a snap back and your fat stack
But it's not about the cash or even how much swag claim that you have
Just stop braggin cuz you'll soon be a cadaver man pissing through a cathater man
I gather my loyal female fans and there's nothin that I would rather have
You never heard of me but for sure I can murder beats
I work for weeks and lurk the streets learnin how to earn the green
I'm disturbing the peace got no courtesy Insert my N-A-L-Y-D Dick
Into her vaginas verterbrae until I heard her scream "nalyd your hurtin me"
It's safe to say that if you're listening I made your day
Just make your way into this beautiful bouquet of razor blades
It's okay cuz the haters will soon just fade away
And decay into the waste of gay MC's that play today
Rapping's not a game but I'm pretty positive it is monopoly
I'm on a rocket flyin to the top strap on to me
And honestly go ahead and hate cuz you ain't ever stoppin me
It's comedy to me that you rappers constantly ignoring me
You are all just hesitant to see me as a prodigy
People wanna commonly call me a rappin prophecy
My level of quality is solid yours is wobbling
I expect a solemn apology from you very soon, audibly
No other commodity can fock with me see, I'm no k-i-n-g
But there is no need for rose petals to be thrown at my feet
I'm a thorn in your side, get thrown into a throne
Better watch the fucking tone that you speak when I get in a zone
I'm in a whole different league on my mothafuckin' own, it's just me and maybe Sebby
Outside of us nobody has came close
No opponents can compete, and I've never been known to retreat
From beef, be beat, follow trends or wallow in defeat
I'm still hungry as fuck, but can't even say bon appetit
Cause I don't know what to eat first the fucking microphone or the beat
Bitch, nobody's mind works like mine
It's nose to the grindstone time, holmes, your mind's blown
Cause I rhyme like I'm still trying to get signed, stop bitchin it might simply not be your time
Or you can't find time to rhyme so you need to find a diamond in a snowstorm
Bout as hard as my pelvic horn when I'm alone in a pornhub forum
Can't take the heat get out the kitchen cause If I ever catch you slipping boy you done you missing
If you keep talking shit I'll bury you in 999 feet deep ditches
You think im playing? yo I'm really really bout my business
Yeah I ain't kidding, I go up on the mic after I get done shittin' and yu know when I start dissin you'll have a whole YouTube video to watch and listen
But if you calling me out. You gone wish you didn't
The Boy Nalyd E got skills yeah I'm the illest when there is an instrumental to kill
This is the final scene
I brought the lean meanwhile Seb brought the green
Toke some, take one for the team
Seb take the mic out my hand before I start to scream
[AWWWWW]
[Verse 2: Sebby]
[?]
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