a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

d1c3 & prophetnyc - the session lyrics

started in the bas_m_nt, hunger hasn’t changed since
mask on went worldwide i’m still the same, b_tch
you gotta face it
no matter how much money that you spend on promo
you’re not gonna make it
smile to my face then hate in disguise
what you said in the dms they were blatantly lies
give it all when i do it
put it all in the music
when you see the bat sign heed the call and you’re ruined
i’m breaking your face down, tyson with the straight now
have you tip toeing past rounds from the tre_pound
everybody hit the ground when they hear the sound
you tryna run the town, dawg i’m world renowned

bro, what the f_ck, i wasn’t done
hold on, this is important

there’s no threat missed, i just target my own checklist
there’s no marker, i sick y’all for my own pleasance
no protection, just collections of bones, weapons
it’s a profession, twisting your necks like a possession
in a mode, seconds, till i explode and this whole section
will implode, edges no longer go in a connection
and i go sending all those you know in a procession
send a whole message that will unfold for your own lesson
there is no tension
yeah, i interrupted the session, but
i’m just here for those with a death wish, there’s no guest list
if you hoes mention even a low, little, slow, semi_tone
measure, code, spec of my name then your soul gets it
so don’t test it
there’s no hope and there’s no leverage
cause when you’re alone, i’ll manifest where you won’t guess it
and you’ll know death is right up the road, it’s a cold sentence
when you set my loaded sights on a_

give me the mic
wait

ain’t it a shame, yeah, you thought it was on
dropped a whole album, in a blink it was gone
thought it was respect, in this game you’re a p_wn
they don’t love you for your sk!lls, it’s the money withdrawn
guess i bought tickets to the clown show
i’m watching how they moving, they just praying on my downfall
this house ain’t a home, guess i’m moving out yo
see your numbers going up, shame it’s for the clout though

i wanted rappers, bend bullets on comic rappers
i’m bombing rappers, f_ck magic, avada kedavra rappers
dishonest rappers, it’s tragic, you rapping dishonors rappers
disarming rappers of rapping when i’ma diss on some rappers
i flourish on savagely harming rappers
leave carnage after that’s marked with the carcass of garbage rappers
i bother rappers
they call me incarnate of heartless rap with
a knack for carving up trash when you’re acting like harder rappers
and bar that wackness, you rappers all horribly are the wackest
get god and practice or maybe a job where you aren’t rappers
sparring rappers
play with my hunger, you aren’t katniss
i’m mocking you f_cking birds till you’re barless and scar you rappers

ring the alarms, they see that bomb’s gonna blow
they ain’t seeing tomorrow
you think you’re hard, we gon’ know
we ain’t seeing your cards, but we all know you gon’ fold
yeah, we gonna know
yeah, you gonna know

ight, peace
oh, you’re done now
yeah, peace
you know you owe me half for the session right
yo, i’ll see you later bro
d1c3
see you later bro
d1c3
thanks for having me

- d1c3 prophetnyc

كلمات أغنية عشوائية

كلمات الأغنية الشائعة حالياً