W a r p a t h ft. GI'z the rapper Lyrics

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Who wanna fight? Put your hands in the air let me count the number right. Hitting numbers.

Of dead bodies, in the cemetery, I'm losing numbers.

Every fucking lives when I'm hitting they are getting shivers.

"Oh, who dat'?"

"Every single time he be rapping like a loser"

"When his mates making money, he be making loose raps"

"Sitting on the couch, even gramps don't that"

"Better get your ass---"

Oh! Screw that!

Not a single time you ain't whining like a bush rat.

I've made it this far, you ain't taking on my silver.

I'm blacking shits out, I ain't racist, but they quiver.

This album I am droppin' ain't your regular music.

I'm hitting every keys every goddamn minute.

Put a "C" and a "G" and I "F" your reasons.

Every goddamn time you told me i ain't fluent.

I don't need the accent just to dump this duet.

I'm made of fuel, I'm barely cruel.

You better reload, I'm bagging "You know"

You bag of CF, I'm packed with F-Bombs.

You packin' lines? I'm packing dead bones.

I'm phenomenal, I'm cylindrical.

I go 'bout like a karma in this fuckin' new road.

You sick with sickle, I'm Rick 'a' pickle.

I'm ending lines like a god with a friggin' sickle.

Put it in a box and a nigga start a peephole.

He wanna see my worth, nigga come to this freak show.

There's barely any left 'cause he messing with this nigga.

I don't sleep at night doesn't make me any weaker.

Just means I fight with every demon that's kink-er.

Anytime I pop "damn, this nigga got meaner"

They say with fear, 'cause I'm spacing even matter.

You bringing them all? I'm sipping Ethanol.

I'm spitting fire, like some fuckin' rapping dragon.

Uhmm

Everybody fame.

Everybody clout.

Every fuckin' generation bringing out a mouse.

They thinking they are rapping, until chasing on some clout.

This rap birthing niggas even lamer than a clown.

Mumbling on lines and then people start to crowd.

That's 'prolly same reason even DAX doesn't count.

'cause every real rapper got their asses in their house thinkin' "how can a nigga make this game without clout"

This game's fucking messed and I'm bring out a bout.

I'm fighting every nigga with a freaking mouse trap

'Cause y'all chase the green like a cheese, you a mouse.

I'm a living reincarnate of the demon called the rap.

'Cause every line spewing with blood, that ain't your ground.

You can't step in my zone, I might rip out all your mouths.

'Cause that shit's decoration, you ain't using all it mights.

I'ma come full zone like a nigga with a Glock.

Umm, I think I've swayed too far from what I wanna do.

Well, doesn't matter.

Still the same war for every single motherfuckers who think they can out-rap me.

I'm not here for peace, I promote violence!

I've been moving and lurking around in the shadows

Picking a pen and going all infinito

I'm a lyrical genius and I'm raising my pinnacle

Like a team up of cannibals, I'm consuming these criminals

Rap is not for those who relent and stop, so buckle up, and craft your stuff, and watch the bars you drop, because you look like vaccum cleaners, yes you suck

And sound like empty glocks(uhhr)

I came into the game to rewrite the way these dudes in chains

Drop their crap and call it flames

This is not the place where we cultivate the weak and lame

You will get burnt, you smell the stuff yes that's propane

~For this 9ja

We gon' make it through rap wallaitalai

Instrumental don turn my ride or die

Head dey touch, unstable like NEPA light~

Sounding all the same like they bumblebees

Blow them all away into smitherings

Pay attention if you never heard of me,

Bring a bigger shovel if you know you gonna bury us

I am phenomenal, leaving you quizzical

Everytime you listen to, my lyrical miracle

Feeling fly when I go to the mic to spit my flow

I'm a sick individual, penning down every chronicle

(Go)

You better pray, you better lay.

'cause this game, is changing pace.

You're in my way.

I could kill every single line, without a pay.

'cause these rappers thinking rap should be just for the game.

I'ma hit on the verse, like they my preys.

I don't need a button to press on their face.

I could literally make a friggin' Smoove, with their veins.

I could put 'em in this line, and then nigga start to faint.

Started to fall, yes my lines ain't no feint.

You can feel the havoc, 'cause you lacking the grace.

I'm a demon in this rap, yet my lyrics never fail.

You can always feel my line anytime I'm with rage.

'Specially for niggas I'm on top of this game.

If you thinking I'm lying, then you better put weight.

'Cause you light, and my lyrics even carries more weight, than you dead niggas even tryna' play my game.

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