Target Practice ft. Nohokai Lyrics

You never been surrounded by a thousand frowning rowdy scoundrels drowning in the sound of pounding/

amounting in a clown from outta town renowned for rounds wound up ground into the ground for doubting hounds compound mounds on his crown result in Down syndrome/

It's wild victims, you could be feeling mild symptoms/

Observe the style witness live it ain't no files syncing/

Check the files, sorta like a child kingpin/

Ya mouth stinkin, like piss it's what you now drinking/

My crowd singing, don't even think about linkin/

Snatch a rapper link don't give a fuck about LinkedIn/

Snipe you from the Eiffel Tower coward without blinking/

With the rhymes though, blindfolded draining out ink pens/

Writin in the dark, rifle with a mark leave you stifled/

At least, a beast who spiteful with remarks/

If I ain't a vicious pit viper with a bite that's harsh/

I'm in linen singing hymns with the haikus and a harp/

See I'm on point like striking ya eyeball with the darts/

He nahwan toy, mic Tyson ya guys all get hit hard/

Bring ya envoy, I'm fighting lightning strike em all/

King among toys, they all dying for trifling with the god/

It's like ..

why am I writing if it ain't to be the champion/

Choice of the day is what lamb we in/

Lampin in some fancy drip but always ready we gotta blam the stick/

Handle shit, put em out like Ambien the camp is thick/

As David Bautista neck, better show me respect/

Keep the tech when we reset we pressing eject/

We deep in these streets bg's and vets/

Beat these weaklings with beat cds MP3's cassettes/

Know it ain't no competition, Jean Jacque they all submitting/

Wander over yonder living, if it's a problem it's a problem then we bomb the system/

Times I Marvel how they WandaVision/

If you the light mama I'm the prism/

A mic don, when my lights on fade you all to black/

A pipe bomb in a python coming for all you rats/

Write songs til I'm white palmed with honest facts/

Sights on shooter snipe long range for target practice/