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gmp da icegod - represent the dopeness كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
other rappers better run for cover, cause there’s no other
brother, with the rhymes he utters to suckers that suffer
it’s the lyrical souther with south star bars
that slam your chest hard, leave injuries badder than scars
bigger than sagat, i ‘tiger uppercut’ your crew
i bring rucks to, from over here to kathmandu
from montreal to nepal, it’s the bluffs i call to all
while you suckers crawl in this lyrical brawl
see your end is imminent, cause your rhymes are too feminine
and sweet like cinnamon, while my flow is too infinite
like eminem, there is no minimum limit
of bars i’m spittin that i’ve written in less than a minute
i’m restless like xzibit, i don’t pimp no rides
i just bring damage to any emcee that hides
i strike like thunder, spitting lyrical rain
faster than lightning, call me the storm of lyrical pain

[verse 2]
it’s the homicidal disciple that awaits suicidal emcees
that are in denial, thinking that they can rival
my sk!ll, but i’m too ill, they need to chill
or they’ll feel my ill will when i build up energy to k!ll
with this one rhyme, one time for your mind
unsigned, but one of a kind with the sk!ll that’s refined
don’t need chains or rings, all i need is knowledge
to demolish all mcs and teach them to acknowledge
that the flows i spit with quick wit will cause them to quit
and commit career suicide, that’s it
like that’s all, the end, finito, fin
moral of the story: to challenge is to sin

[verse 3]
dennis the menace with the lyrical premise
of steady smackin with racquets of tennis so endlessly
and lyrically with beats rhythmically
smacking your eardrums so horrifically
like a movie, where we skip to the murder scene
like halloween or friday the 13th
i rhyme till it’s my last supper, and that’s word to my mother
all the suckers that’s b-tter better start running for cover
when i come spittin’ lyrical ammo with the hammer
that cl1cks like a camera and cremates you in the amphora
no bother being buried in the nearest cemetery
lyrical mercenary with rhymes and flows legendary
like one, two, three, four
this some new stuff you never heard before
you’re an eyesore, you’re beginning to bore
with them dumb weak rhymes, mines’ll leave your throat sore
and your nose runny, this situation ain’t funny, you dummy
you don’t believe i’ll leave you with a sick tummy
my dress code stay bummy, give up the pesos
before i get the chance to leave the whole floor tomato’d
ayo, step up, and i’ll leave you messed up
this is rap academy, you can call me the professor
today’s lesson is to never mess with me
ask yourself: do you wanna mess with me?

[outro]
i represent the dopeness… in this lyrical dopeness… full of dopeness… (x2)

- gmp da icegod

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