Whiplash (feat. LyricMUR)

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Dead Silent

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Local rappers wanna say I sound like this or sound like that
But I really don't think so
Wouldn't say that I'm a master, I just got lads to prove wrong
That's just me though
Nothing but a dream
Lucid inside it
I'm sleeping now, wide open eyelids
They don't like it when I spit fast
Tell em all get back
Give em whiplash when I spit slow

Immaculate with the flow 
You only got the first chapter, here we go

Silent flow when the match is lit
Imagine this
Dead when the gas emits, I'm
Partially aware that my pen is a masochist
Verses like pathogens
Dead Silent, but
When I spit your mouth is inanimate
Getting warm in your bladder walls
Activist attitude got you gassed up
Homie please take a laxative
(I'm an animal)
Yeah, I think they're onto me
Clumsy with the gun, I'm only dropping heat
Comme ci comme ca when you drop it
Please don't proceed with your dumb corny awkward beats
So mad cause you're wack, called me off beat
Showed up to the game so sick OSHA wrote it in the log sheets
Caster oil to the game
Got a dame I could never pull in high school inside my car
The same people praising me now are the same ones that said I would never get far
Flip the script, no I just split the scripture
Give me your description, I don't fit the picture
Picking apart my niche, but didn't get me richer
Ripping apart the game, measure 6 on the Richter

Local rappers wanna say I sound like this or sound like that
But I really don't think so
Wouldn't say that I'm a master, I just got lads to prove wrong
That's just me though
Nothing but a dream
Lucid inside it
I'm sleeping now, wide open eyelids
They don't like it when I spit fast
Tell em all get back

Tell em all to get back
We smashing through
That's the truth, got the ball, then we tackle you
The immaculate, coming back on these half witted rappers
(Spit it at em like tobacco chew)
I'm back to do what I was designed for
Devour anybody that want it while on a beat, and defeat is the job I applied for
I'm punching in and leave your eye sore
You're getting choked by the mic cord
I got at least three mics so that means we fighting
You come for me, better be rewriting
If we go beast, well then we Teen Titans
I mean that
Try to pull up with the gang for the beef? Then you're lame
End up in a lake or a creek
Got the game on a string but if you try to shut the door on me
You better be yanking my teeth
Man this ain't even fair, I ain't the one to compare to these rappers
We're polar opposites, I'm cold and they photo copy it
We running the game, time to throw a lock on it
You flow so cocky but you blow so knock it off
(Swear your crew the hardest, bro your posse soft)
Find a weapon, but this Lyric is leaving you Dead Silent, I've been tryna tell them.

Local rappers wanna say I sound like this or sound like that
But I really don't think so
Wouldn't say that I'm a master, I just got lads to prove wrong
That's just me though
Nothing but a dream
Lucid inside it
I'm sleeping now, wide open eyelids
They don't like it when I spit fast
Tell em all get back
Give em whiplash when I spit slow
When I spit slow

They don't even wanna listen
But they see me as some kind of competition
And lacking a common vision
Don't be stepping in my division
Where writtens become revisions
Spitting vigilant so they can't even copy the flow
Give it away, give it away
Imona be popping these rappers like a chili pepper till they're red hot
Some people they don't believe me
But how could I be the one that's been making you want to butt heads
And not be the goat?
I be dropping the phone when these blogs want smoke
"Homie you sound just like hopsin and toke"
And they really be the one to say I'm not innovative enough to be not seen as a joke
Not seen as a joke
I serve it to anyone like a cop reading the code
The music we dropping it like it's hot, meaning you cold
Just get me on the stage and it'll pop, see the result
Don't really wanna say it but these
Rappers that's coming up, I'm attacking and done em up
I'll be stacking the money,packing a rack till I'm summoned up
And in fact they be dumb enough to be rapping in front of us
Thinking they wouldn't get bodied but now their pad is all crumbled up

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