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speeder razor - written in stone lyrics

[intro: speeder razor]
this is me speeder razor
let me shed some light a little bit
in just a few bars

[verse 1: speeder razor]
breaking down the wood, feeling cold, i’ll get the lumber
jackhammer the head of a screwed rapper, they’re under
standing next to razor will result in your departure
ground up – the place that i’m from, i’ve been a climber
bad leadership, no waters to drink, in zastron
electricity’s sh_t, in waters, this city sinks
every street, a sewage, it stinks, just put a mask on
f_ck this bl__dy place, gotta cover with tampons
double entеndre, squabbles are highеr for nothing
step on each other, stabbing each other when drunken
sunken ships, when a b_st_rd is a captain
drastically, i get cursive when i’m kept in a place like this
if it stays like this, i’m moving out
i try to enlighten people with music
they won’t hear me out
it’s time to write some new sh_t
leaving bruises with a f_cking curse
gotta hurt your ears with this sh_t, it’s just a random verse
casually k!lling rappers while i address
all these problems
if one person hears me, that’s my success
i try to solve ‘em (i try)
but more problems arise, a lotta stress
yeah, now i’m talking (let me talk)
but my actions can clear a lotta mess
maybe tomorrow, i’ll start picking garbage
already done that with the rappers, every song’s a package
paralyzed persons move better than all your “normal” guys
written rhymes – a passion, i’ve never lied and that’s normalized
[interlude: speeder razor]
it’s normal for me to spit the truth
spit the rhymes, spit the facts
i’m what hip_hop needs, man
i am hip_hop
i need me

[verse 2: speeder razor]
check, uh
slow raps, from a speeder, how ironic (wow)
flow flex, f_ck a feature, my eyes only
see whatever that i want
not your verse, homie (nah)
can’t be acting up on me with scripts that are trash, homie
me and these rappers so unparalleled
universe aligned
you need verse, a line will cost your whole fam ‘n ‘em
it’s famine, i stay hungry, i’m still loving the pen and pad
locking in the booth, as i push b_ttons, recording raps
thought i’d take a break, after a minute, i was back writing
my faith was low, leaving the game to these “rappers” – unlikely
my brain told me, “come back and show these rappers how to spit it!”
(“come back, show these n_ggas!”)
who am i to disagree? i stepped up and did it (i did)
each and every rhyme, i improve, i’m getting greater
i told you all the rappers are food, put them in graters
all the times that i am in school, i get my grades up
organized whenever i move, you herbs are grazed up
i said i was cold, meaning i’m the best, that’s written in stone
three 16s used to be the norm, i’m rewriting codes
one verse, six minutes on the clock
spitting different tones
calculated errors tryna figure out the bars i spoke
(ayo) to get a verse from me, i require you meet criteria
but if i disagree and deny, don’t cry, teary_eyes
are not allowed
don’t show me your weaknesses – your hysteria
(ayo, don’t show me that you’re weak!)
i’m dealing with sicknesses in this area
razor
yeah

- speeder razor

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