Yeah
Fall back
It's the master of the raw rap
Or
Get ya jaw tapped, by hard gats
All black, like I'm gothic
I pop it, and lock it, haul ass
I park it, in reverse
Never stopping with the words
Traverse the universe in one verse
Without hooks like small jabs
Small dabs, did the hard math
This ain't the 90s, but I'm all that
I don't fuck with small cats
Even if I walk alone
My aura is grown
My chromosomes
Made me a bigger nigga
But I twist ya trigger finger
When you it try to pull
I pry your skull into the concrete with my bare hands
Then blam blam on the side walk
I taunt, ran laps over you like a marathon runner
You figures is just jogging
Even If I have asthma I'll till run past ya, and blast ya
Back to past like samurai jack, uh
My breath control is uncontrollable as a rapper
Magical as abadracabadra ..
Trample ya tackle ya, shatter ya
Wanna be draculas
Who always biting what the legends was already rhyming
I'm all about original hip hop and the grinding
18 years old and never declining, but im spitting like im 40
So many sick lines you had the rewind it back to the beginning
Spit it vivid In how I do it, and how I did It, Motha-fucka
Indigenous shitting on yall pigeons dressing
With them skinny jeans and eye liner make up
(pussies) get ya weight up
I'm all about that
Gaudy rap, but not that garbage rap
I ain't tryna be a menacing phony spitter, honor that
Just sick of the venomous snake shit
Too much figments of imagination,
My flows is the medicine, so you better not hate it
The lyrics i created decimated alot of these
Players plaguing the game with fake-ness
I single-handledly eliminated it as the vaccination!
Thats A generous donation!!
Though, This game is still filled with them
Hoes hating
I bring it back to when rap
Was rap, when it was actually filled with real niggas
Spitting in the field, but now I'm seeing all these
Studio gangstas
On the booth like they actors
And they can't even reenact the scripts
That they spit
It's just hot gas and a load of bull shit
I'm not guru but I wanna unload a full clip on you !
Pull grips off like it slips on a banana peel
It's just comedy, it's just stupid
Got rich niggas acting like they came straight from the hood
Is that industry standard?
Act like you in the street
But you ain't ready for beef, smoking ya weed
Fronting like ya partying
In front of the audience your flow is
Horrible cuz there's no audio effect
To help ya sound
To me son it's natural vocals
I smash ya portal
The mathematical genius
Can't see this, I'm elitist and beating
Speakers precise as needles, young gambino been real
Since the fetal
Evil as kneveal, swinging axes like it's medieval
My lyrics is lethal my
Rhythm will deal with these see thru gimmicks
He too wicked
Freestyles beat ya writtens
Don't believe the fiction
I'm the heat in friction
Like Charlie sheen I keep on winning
Repeatin' the rhythm, not even Nostradamus
Can predict my next lyric cuz I
Twist the word like liquorish
Windows is tinted, non stop pimping
Like Scottie p, I don't give a fuck about the economy, g
Cuz I spit the hot spit that's hospitalable
Each hit is critical, on digital, or analog, g
Every word, i want you take it literally
This is the delivery, im sending you to
An anomaly of a Godly EMCEE
Fall back
It's the master of the raw rap
Or
Get ya jaw tapped, by hard gats
All black, like I'm gothic
I pop it, and lock it, haul ass
I park it, in reverse
Never stopping with the words
Traverse the universe in one verse
Without hooks like small jabs
Small dabs, did the hard math
This ain't the 90s, but I'm all that
I don't fuck with small cats
Even if I walk alone
My aura is grown
My chromosomes
Made me a bigger nigga
But I twist ya trigger finger
When you it try to pull
I pry your skull into the concrete with my bare hands
Then blam blam on the side walk
I taunt, ran laps over you like a marathon runner
You figures is just jogging
Even If I have asthma I'll till run past ya, and blast ya
Back to past like samurai jack, uh
My breath control is uncontrollable as a rapper
Magical as abadracabadra ..
Trample ya tackle ya, shatter ya
Wanna be draculas
Who always biting what the legends was already rhyming
I'm all about original hip hop and the grinding
18 years old and never declining, but im spitting like im 40
So many sick lines you had the rewind it back to the beginning
Spit it vivid In how I do it, and how I did It, Motha-fucka
Indigenous shitting on yall pigeons dressing
With them skinny jeans and eye liner make up
(pussies) get ya weight up
I'm all about that
Gaudy rap, but not that garbage rap
I ain't tryna be a menacing phony spitter, honor that
Just sick of the venomous snake shit
Too much figments of imagination,
My flows is the medicine, so you better not hate it
The lyrics i created decimated alot of these
Players plaguing the game with fake-ness
I single-handledly eliminated it as the vaccination!
Thats A generous donation!!
Though, This game is still filled with them
Hoes hating
I bring it back to when rap
Was rap, when it was actually filled with real niggas
Spitting in the field, but now I'm seeing all these
Studio gangstas
On the booth like they actors
And they can't even reenact the scripts
That they spit
It's just hot gas and a load of bull shit
I'm not guru but I wanna unload a full clip on you !
Pull grips off like it slips on a banana peel
It's just comedy, it's just stupid
Got rich niggas acting like they came straight from the hood
Is that industry standard?
Act like you in the street
But you ain't ready for beef, smoking ya weed
Fronting like ya partying
In front of the audience your flow is
Horrible cuz there's no audio effect
To help ya sound
To me son it's natural vocals
I smash ya portal
The mathematical genius
Can't see this, I'm elitist and beating
Speakers precise as needles, young gambino been real
Since the fetal
Evil as kneveal, swinging axes like it's medieval
My lyrics is lethal my
Rhythm will deal with these see thru gimmicks
He too wicked
Freestyles beat ya writtens
Don't believe the fiction
I'm the heat in friction
Like Charlie sheen I keep on winning
Repeatin' the rhythm, not even Nostradamus
Can predict my next lyric cuz I
Twist the word like liquorish
Windows is tinted, non stop pimping
Like Scottie p, I don't give a fuck about the economy, g
Cuz I spit the hot spit that's hospitalable
Each hit is critical, on digital, or analog, g
Every word, i want you take it literally
This is the delivery, im sending you to
An anomaly of a Godly EMCEE
( J-Raw )
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