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biske – 4, 3, 2, 1 كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: subbot]
kinda like corecivic, i got bars
stay in your lane or skrr and i’ll kindly escort you to the car scr_pyard
i’m fire, i fire shots like a desert (eagle)
i make (green) while spippin (tee) in (club), my opponents are sub_(par)
when it comes to rap i’m a pro with the tools
40,000 volts so open your jaws wide
lyrically torture you with morbid juice so you’ll laugh at your ass raps
you think you funny? nah, you ain’t nitrous oxide
i tower over sky scr_pers with anthropometrical dominance
the english dictionary don’t have enough ways to rhyme to balance with my competence
i’m not so frail, as most honest fails that pale in comparison to subbot, rain hail (reign, heil)
i’m (train)ed in war that’s why i at(track)t fеar when i go (off the rails)
should i rap fast often? a good postman dеlivers many a message
so many targets, for my sake earth needs to develop more weapons
more than a full class worth of rappers that need me to teach them (lessons)
i got more layers than a fat man’s burger, more flows than a (school) of fish has fish
i don’t even k!ll for fun, that sh_t’s more like just a chore
begging me to spare your life and i’m thinking “where the f_ck is yours”
people online like to say touch grass, i’m still not certain of what that means
but most of y’all need to go outside, feel the greens then smoke some f#ing weed
i catch a body like a fireman with a safety trampoline “gotcha”
most rappers a fall from grace, i don’t let sh_t fly though
think you (dope), [steering] into my [lane] like you (smoking something proper)
still ain’t in my (line) of sight, you know i’m going to take the (high) [road]
cause these people can’t even (lift up off the ground), like a penguin or an elephant
most rappers a (fall) from grace, i don’t let sh_t (fly) though
you can’t even see me, it’s a nice pretty sky though
i got murderous tendencies people tend to see only once
sleep on me and i cast a spell of insomnia on ya
hypocrites, these single lane roads tryna have it both ways
actual bars, clap with pars, if we go (bar) for bar you’ll get (wasted) and (pass)
man wanna act like they are a lad in charge (alladin) but i will not let that (fly) so take it back
[verse 2: sp__py]
it’s spooky how i turn mcs into a ghost
they all try to control me but i’m the f_cking host
when i drop sh_t, it’s a hit
they drop trash now everyone’s throwing a fit
mcs think they heat and tough
but when i get photos of their face, they accept defeat
so i know you ain’t rough, you talk a lot of sweet
enough is enough, here’s how this sh_t works
1, i drop a diss track on them
2, make them comment a 100 f_cking times
3, they reply with trash, it ain’t got no rhymes
4, i win the beef with my good lines
oh i didn’t win? ask someone to make a healthbar
you’ll lose in that and get p_ssed cuz your shots missed
i hear a chef saying he don’t want beef
but he dissed and now he wanna fist

[verse 3: biske]
boy, shut your mouth, you ain’t the one to talk
gotta look me up, what, am i too tall?
accused me, said you got a flow of your own
but how can i steal flow from someone who got none since the start
how you say uploading, then 30 seconds later it’s uploaded
was your wifi too fast or just little information holded?
i arm guns with armed guns, i got my lyrics loaded
you’re not a microphone stand, but you can hold this
drums drumming, big war blow
this track boutta throw out your whole wardrobe
sk!ll difference you lack makes me a titan
if you don’t got a mic, then how’s it called fighting?
but they all up themselves and left none for their bro’s
look for foes, your soul and organ is why i hook and sow
y’all small b_tches slip under my radar
want me to notice you from a beef? praise god!
pray so i don’t get you, making you feel “hail”(h_ll)
when i make you “frozen” like a beef from big “mac”
“donald” got you squawking, y’all are ducks in a farm
beefs are a “game” to you, i’m not the one to “start” with
tryna start sh_t, mixed in a starch sh_t, i’ll scorch it
make you a patty cake in the beef form of a washed sh_t
you watched this, watch your own burial
“cheerio” once you won a beef, “k!llers “ain’t gon “cereal”(seriou_o)

- biske

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