Ima grind till the day I die for this
(Sun against keys)
See me up in the midnight sky for this
(Boomslang, another Butter beat)
Mama I know let the rhythm vibe with this
(Original, Supertanzi, lets get em)
Ooh baby
(Boomslang)
Omnivore, art of war, connoisseur, cassanova
Strike like a fat cobra till you pass over
To the other state
Boomslang in your way
Two fangs seal your fate
You don't spit nigga you regurgitate
Wack emcees get eaten up like some colligreens
You got rabies- biting other rappers constantly
Cross me and you get knocked the fuck off your feet
I apple -A- all lyricists and backspace- delete
Simple as that, cripple cats with my syntax
Burn them with heat, smoke their ashes in my zig zags
Fat with the PH nigga fuck the slimfast
Boomslang be the name says it all like Sinbad
I chill with black, latinos, asains, and mad dominicans
Brazillians, jews, white dudes, oppressed Palistinians
From the pacifist to the millitant...
If your interested listen in
To rhymes sicker than some syphillis
Hip Hop is universal, goes harder than your differences
Fuck your guns and knives and shit
Cause we got more life to live
(Supertanzi)
Ima grind till the day I die for this
See me up in the midnight sky for this
Mama I know let the rhythm vibe with this
(so vibe with us, so vibe with us)
Ooh baby
(Supertanzi)
Deep from the precipice
I saw visions hype crowds
Metaphysical bouts
Yo what is it about
White America living it out
Materialism is clout
Theyre giving it out
Hmm
Star gazing
Speak in bars blazing
So caucasions
They view me as part satan
But deep down theyre cravin
Deliverance spit with this
Hit you with the jism that be literate
Super-tanz
Here to touch ya
Broke from the structure
And smoke the dutch of
A lifetime
What’s a white crime- collar?
Or Top dollar?
Tryina get impalas?
Who am I?
Take the blue pill you’ll never see
Who killed kennedy?
Who still the enemy?
Hmm
Ronald Reagan with a mask on
Underneath its mad strong
The complex
Is just to bomb sets
Media conglomerates...
This is the Sun Against Keys
Ima grind till the day I die for this
See me up in the midnight sky for this
Mama I know let the rhythm vibe with this
(so vibe with us, so vibe with us)
Ooh baby
(Boomslang)
Yo, fuck all the fake emcees
You know what I'm sayin?
Yo, what game I don't fucking know..
(Sun against keys)
See me up in the midnight sky for this
(Boomslang, another Butter beat)
Mama I know let the rhythm vibe with this
(Original, Supertanzi, lets get em)
Ooh baby
(Boomslang)
Omnivore, art of war, connoisseur, cassanova
Strike like a fat cobra till you pass over
To the other state
Boomslang in your way
Two fangs seal your fate
You don't spit nigga you regurgitate
Wack emcees get eaten up like some colligreens
You got rabies- biting other rappers constantly
Cross me and you get knocked the fuck off your feet
I apple -A- all lyricists and backspace- delete
Simple as that, cripple cats with my syntax
Burn them with heat, smoke their ashes in my zig zags
Fat with the PH nigga fuck the slimfast
Boomslang be the name says it all like Sinbad
I chill with black, latinos, asains, and mad dominicans
Brazillians, jews, white dudes, oppressed Palistinians
From the pacifist to the millitant...
If your interested listen in
To rhymes sicker than some syphillis
Hip Hop is universal, goes harder than your differences
Fuck your guns and knives and shit
Cause we got more life to live
(Supertanzi)
Ima grind till the day I die for this
See me up in the midnight sky for this
Mama I know let the rhythm vibe with this
(so vibe with us, so vibe with us)
Ooh baby
(Supertanzi)
Deep from the precipice
I saw visions hype crowds
Metaphysical bouts
Yo what is it about
White America living it out
Materialism is clout
Theyre giving it out
Hmm
Star gazing
Speak in bars blazing
So caucasions
They view me as part satan
But deep down theyre cravin
Deliverance spit with this
Hit you with the jism that be literate
Super-tanz
Here to touch ya
Broke from the structure
And smoke the dutch of
A lifetime
What’s a white crime- collar?
Or Top dollar?
Tryina get impalas?
Who am I?
Take the blue pill you’ll never see
Who killed kennedy?
Who still the enemy?
Hmm
Ronald Reagan with a mask on
Underneath its mad strong
The complex
Is just to bomb sets
Media conglomerates...
This is the Sun Against Keys
Ima grind till the day I die for this
See me up in the midnight sky for this
Mama I know let the rhythm vibe with this
(so vibe with us, so vibe with us)
Ooh baby
(Boomslang)
Yo, fuck all the fake emcees
You know what I'm sayin?
Yo, what game I don't fucking know..
( Lodus Dei )
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