[Lyric] Tides (Kid Clot)

[Hook: Kid Clot]
These bars are like tides (why)
They drop and keep coming back (Oh)
Stray from the music then re-enter a track (Oh)
Say you a killer can't handle a smack (Bitch)
These bars are like tides (why)
They drop and keep coming back (Oh)
Stray from the music then I re-enter a track (Oh)
Say your a killer can't handle a smack (Nah)

[Verse 1: Kid Clot]
I've had it up to here with most
Ain't doing shit but still you boast
Thinking you write tighter than the most
Lyrical topping artists with syllables
(With syllables)
Proving their principle is never release with lyrics at minimal
Lyrical killer I'm a criminal
Rhymеs I'm toting with triggers squeezable
Your death fеasible
And you jus flat lined
Bragged about being in a gang stop lying
Costed your life and now your fams crying
You tried to act hard
Now your in a damn yard
Leaving your fam scarred
Stick to your damn card
You don't need to stand guard
Cause it's never gonna happen
You don't gotta stay cappin
To show your rap passion
But make your life the captain
Of your artist and be slapping
The pen to pad to help you be dope
(dope)
See what you had was a down slope
(slope)
And I'm not par of a gang
But this shits going to bang
Like a noose you're going to hang
The lying up your done start flowing like Chang
And now everybody needs a chain
Lets all act hard full retards no change
I won't change
Stay raged
My stage ain't change I engage
My fate
With the hate it's on my plate
And it's great
I rate it keep it
It's fuel I use it like a tool-kit
I use it abuse it
And everything's blowing up
The heats cooking up
Little kids growing up
Telling me what not to say
I still say gay faggot
I'm not quitting today
I display no hate
Never said I was against it
I just wanted you to get pissed
Clinch your fist
Your weak go slit your wrist
Fuck you gonna do about it bitch
[Hook: Kid Clot]
These bars are like tides (why)
They drop and keep coming back (Oh)
Stray from the music then re-enter a track (Oh)
Say you a killer can't handle a smack (Bitch)
These bars are like tides (why)
They drop and keep coming back (Oh)
Stray from the music then I re-enter a track (Oh)
Say your a killer can't handle a smack (Nah)

[Verse 2: Kid Clot]
Psychopathic with the pen to the pad
Automatic bullets with the pencil I grab
I write and I jab
I write and I stab
Rainbows getting mad
When I push ink on this pad
I'm more of a personality
With my genitalility
Calling me a dick
But I get lips between female hips
Can't be both or make a new genital
There's me and my ego meaning two
Same number as genders get it boo
Look at all the hate I'm stirring up
Like a brew kit
I'm mean get through it bitch
Get caught whining get beat and need a stitch
[Hook/Outro: Kid Clot]
These bars are like tides (why)
They drop and keep coming back (Oh)
Stray from the music then re-enter a track (Oh)
Say you a killer can't handle a smack (Bitch)
These bars are like tides (why)
They drop and keep coming back (Oh)
Stray from the music then I re-enter a track (Oh)
Say your a killer can't handle a smack (Nah)
These bars are like tides (why)
They drop and keep coming back (Oh)
Stray from the music then re-enter a track (Oh)
Say you a killer can't handle a smack (Nah]