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a-ross & lil buuf - can't rhyme كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
[a-ross]
i make rappers nervous like when satanists enters churches
you better worship before the god mc purges
part em part royce, on the verge, is anyone on this height, shaq verses
when these tracks get laid, girls want to empty out their purses
not in this sh-t for the pay but just to be the elite wordsmith
just wait til i get oxygen in my panels, that’s a perfect snipe from an angle
that’s more than you can handle, too much web to tangle
suck blood from all vandals, you’re not a threat, you don’t even have fangs though
paint lyrical paintings, i’m on van gogh, dancing around verses as vincent with the tango
lights off, scary photographs on the mantle, mix dark with light, red to yellow on a mango
take a sip from the paper golden flask, lyrical sunlight, take off the cloth and bask
in my hands a mic, your hands holdin last, you need to rewrite, that is your task
j take a pill, relax, you don’t have to k!ll all these rappers on wax
bars fly ballistic, make critics look for holistics, you squares are just cubistic
rhymes slick become that sick, cuff this sh-t, i’m about to go s-d-stic
hairpin pull trigger, bars turn itchy like a gold finger
sick of what’s on the box the mold lingers, sit back watch him bowl zingers
do the michael lean in, listen
i got to spit the venom, gone mad, made libs become villains
these fake -ss rappers need to get back to wearin denim
d-mn

[verse 2]
[lil buuf]

[verse 3]
[a-ross]
i k!ll a metaphor like the art of a matador, shredded doors
ten four, copy back in forth, eating rappers like branded fours
i’m in the premier of my career, prhyme nickel nine, shout out to royce and preemo
the breakthrough clear sh-t’s near, its my time to shine, y’all talk patois, shoot like chino
i’m speaking new sooth, scratch the hook “u looz”, fire in the heart, that’s my true booth
trying to spew truth, pay due respect, i want it to flow through you
you get demonetized, when i cut ties, this beat is how a k!ller rides, get ill or die
i got the k!ller mind, that gets defined, as the greatest of the midwest you will ever find
never mind, i ain’t tryin to be a leader of the new school, i just want to talk to the people
never deceitful, my bars is evil, flow demonic the way i’m on it, truly artistic and needful
these raps are shaq in nine two, draw a line through the sand and whoever on the other side is nein do
i keep myself in high fidelity, tell hip hop heads to check my melody, its a felony and a fallacy
to not put me on the fly speciality, i’m telling you, should know, my name by the time you go
my chain don’t swing to and fro, but the way that sh-t flow, that’s the way the heads will go
the ice is a verbal weapon, better get to steppin, ill speak will give strep then
hit you with an ak to the face and the red will go neck in

[verse 4]
[lil buuf]
world’s gone crazy we’re so dumb we’re smashing daisies
find a weed spread the seed grow the greed let it be
springing up at you like a bad erection
causing people to have infections
“walk it like i talk it” grab the corn its a roast session
tired of these artists spitting fake rap trap cr-p give me some dam earplugs asap
you messed with joe then tried to diss him some more but can’t mumble rap to his face so scratch out the score
drake tried dissing pusha t but failed miserably
pusha brought out the mic and started preaching fax like lorax
for him it was just a snack cuz drake ain’t worth a meal his game so wack
real artists don’t front the goats of true rap. put some respek on that!

[outro]
[mr. bt]
mr. bt, a-ross, lil buuf on the track
turn up this underground sh-t
real talk
y’all don’t want this smoke

- a ross lil buuf

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