Broads Way Revised ft. VisionzBeatz Lyrics

Since wack rappers been let in I only dream of Armageddon

You put hip-hop in depression authenticity in question

You better run like Reverend I'm DMC that's a revenant

Ironic for the glory common sentiment I'm hellbent turning kings back into peasants

Tell me who you think you better than?? Casually your rhymes just trigger apathy

Tragically you'll never amount to half of me happily

Decided to waste this bar just for the pageantry

Neurogenic atrophy the moment you attacking me

The only way you after me listing who greatest rappers be

Shall I expose your wicked?? my soul's just molded different

Been told that I'm cold and distant

That's code for you playing victim which gives loads for ammunition

Red dots look like freckles nothing sweet that's Dr Jekyll

Consider yourself lucky Class_Sick ain't been disrespectful

Yes I could drop some names but you weirdos ain't nothing special

Keep on playing like some angels I'ma show you who's the devil

Mixed signals are misdirections I would let you choose your weapons

From your earlobes to intestines get split open for infection

So be careful where you step in your soul's up for repossession

Existence is evanescent your actions are more pubescent

But please don't get it twisted just because I let the ink bleed

Aiming diss records at every rapper who think they can see me

And producers who don't make beats can't finesse what's rudimentary

Who the best is not your destiny

If you lying L that's a different type of messy

They disrespecting hip-hop all these pop stars think they MC

Sensed the envy since I flourished

First they try ignore us eventually became florists

I leave jaws hanging where floors is

Never done a feature where the hottest parts the chorus

If I'ma guest in this house my contemporaries tourists

Who unworthy of the air I breathe

They can't compete with pen on sheets

The penalties your pen will seize

My lyrics methamphetamines

A bunch of J's connected sniff the clout and clog their damn nose

They couldn't pay respects now the bank's getting foreclosed

Acting like a manager can't even book your man's shows

You ever heard of Exodus suggest you talk to Jethro

We disturbing the peace resurrect decease

Fiending ecstasy the God's nectar sweet

Bludgeon all who seek to hold a grudge against this speech

That kumbaya game for the week keep the fake love away from me

Mama say Mama Kusa just wanted to do that on this beat

Signing off now its Class_Sick insincerely

Signing off now its Class_Sick insincerely