Best Rapper Alive 2 Lyrics

Me and shorty matching heat like it's Sadie Hawkins

She enamored by my speech I'm the slickest talking

It's ballgame for the weak the mayor back in office

I'll take the rim off the backboard like Darryl Dawkins

Adjust your lens focus recognize a pharaoh walking

The mummy returns Imhotep in the whitest forces

More money to earn, but keep this under wraps

I was ash in a urn, I died and doubled back

I really ran laps through hell and burnt a trail

My nickname is I can't lose I'll never fail

Every bar a highlight reel I freeze the cameras

And I had some cornflakes on my head you niggas dandruff

I rugar spit a shell you know how dead skin sells

Another rapper dead, I'll send his mic hand in the mail

In amazon box to his moms. I'm in my prime

I done did the Deion on sidelines from here to Guam

Real stamps in my passport, we trapped out the Newport's

These spittas lie in every verse, The truth my only news source

You know the big dogs come alive when it's time for war

Ain't no walking through this pit like a casino floor

Make him rap Jordan fives to the set

With a collar bomb strapped round his neck

If he miss a word it's a mess

And this is not a test

Shrapnel gon rip through his flesh

And tear through his chest

They know my verses word for word Rabb hall of fame

The crowd jumping like Eazy up in the derby game

Y'all was playing with water til piranhas came

Told niggas square up like the logo that's for Norte Dame

And I never bled

Fuck all these rappers talkin' but won't battle for bread

Niggas shook when they see me like I came back from the dead

Don't apologize now it's still a price on yo head, bitch nigga

King of the north I won't say it again

King of the city test the God come spar with the pen

King of the quotes to feel this dope you might need a syringe

And careful filming in my stu might get blood on your lens

It's a brutal murder

I'm in my Chevy with my sister Murda

She said Rabb you did a lot for niggas

And I watched em' fold on you when shit hit the fan

You never who fighting with you til you throwing hands

Fuck em' all, I'm crack in the flesh like dry skin

Flow get to smoking outta pocket like vape pens

Ima punch a hole through your aura just stand still

I'm covered in the blood of Christ it feel like a force field