Reaction Lyrics

Sorry I call everything a bitch

This bitch, that bitch, those bitch, them bitch

Zed bitch, Z bitch, whatever bitch

Let's see if I can get this bitch off here in one go

Beat an a rhyme

Same time, heat n' combine

To keep it refined

On point and in line

Anoint with the fire an flavor

Higher behavior

This joint just a taster

No favors

Not an option

I'm bringin' the props, til I sing in a coffin

Talkin' bout trash to spit next

That ass you kiss will leave you lipless

Just just rest that life underground

Many types come around with hype and no sound (Throw down)

Let's see the proof

But most you flutes don't toot the truth

Rap bout crack n' coke an killin

But there's no gatt that your coat concealin

You hopeless villains

Stealin' someone's style

While I let mine run wild

I'll just take it back

In a daze

Have you diggin' in the crates for scraps

Egg em an react, phase in fact

Rap ridin on a makeshift craft

I'm intact with prime impact

Designed to drill your mind with tracks

Rail-roadin' the rodents to set examples

And the rest get trampled

I know times are changin

But I

Keep my rhymes arrangin

And I

Know that you

Don't wanna test the flow

Just lookin' for reaction

Try to gauge your reaction

Just try to get some reaction

I know times are changin

But I

Keep my mind arrangin

And I

Know that you

Don't wanna test the flow

Just lookin' for reaction

Try to gauge your reaction

Just tryin' to get some reaction

Tell me mo

Tion, on a roll

Bout to bowl with jelly in the domino's

Cause and effect over obstacles

Raw an direct to the pot o gold

Taught to flow

From Pac an Moke

Now I got waves to rock ya boat

Clock the ghost

Past midnight, get nice

Scratch it like a dj with head-lice

While he on meth Ice

The best nights

Don't matter if ya dead wrong or dead right

Splatter on fed cops an read rights

Faster to go beyond them red lights

One time

Don't gotta be said twice

Direct flight to jet to the next height

Itch for a hit like insect bites

I don't respect fights just to get 'likes

Instead, mics

Blown to pieces

Come correct with the rep once told in thesis

Can't own or lease this

Pay homage at least bitch

Every tree ain't the peach-tits

But take a deep sniff through your nose

Let it blow like"fire in the hole!"

Slices of my back arms

Make me look like a junkie with some track marks

But I'm a tin bashar

Who just wanna work fast, hard

With no lunch eats

No perks for every bit of grief

And very little sleep, cause soon as work's complete

I'm in this heat seat, Workin' these beats

Certainly sheep will imitate (Tate)

Everything they think is great

Long as there's distinction made

Between these screens

And the ink on page

The rage and reaction

Is it staged, Or real as Maxzen?

Our brains are so based on fiction

We lackin' an actual name to depict it (Non)

And I know times are changin

But I keep my mind arrangin

And I know that you

Don't wanna test this flow

Just lookin' for reaction

Tryna gauge your reaction

Just tryna get some reaction

I know times are changin

But I keep my rhymes arrangin

And I know that you

Don't wanna test the flow

Just lookin' for reaction

Tryna gauge your reaction

Just tryna get some reaction

I think I can, (Fuck this shit)

I know I can (Ya fuckin' right)

I can, I can, I know I can, I think I can (No fuckin' way)

I think I can

I think I can

I know I can

I think I can

Fuck the streams

I just let leak

Piss on your technique

If you think you're the shit on a wet streak

Beats beat that ass into next week

Repeat on smash

Delete that trash

Unless you're really gonna go flex some heat

Then keep on pass

Direct with the drive an the dream on draft

Dissected to dive in the deep and adapt

Keep it intact

No need to go too fast with the cream of the craft

With a queen in your lap

Just lean and sit back

Don't let the demons react

And if it seems that the rap takin' over me

Cause I'm seasoned and packed in a rolled up leaf

Hola beach

Si como hold-a-peach

My limbs got all the reach

You can't get over me

You need me like a notary

So contact the older me

You nosy freaks can leave a message on the rotary

And I'll get right back, I swear

I declare, That I care

You're quite a scare

With your righteous stare

Like a rat-sized bear

Something's there, Beware

I heard a rustle in that dumpster there

The one full of young shunned underwear (scumbag unaware)

All you creeps better come prepared

These kids need to sleep in peace on their pillow

Not need a piece kept under there

And may the fathers of all school shooters

Be neutered

So those kids could never get guns from their

Punch drunk marriage

And be some dumb, punk, terrorist

Son of a bitch, Son of embarrassment

There he went, Tryin' to get a reaction

And ends up another kid in a casket