Lyrics:
thought I was a criminal
Use my lyrics deadly, just like a chemical
It's essential to my path, it's my limit
But I go overboard by the time that I finish
Follow my dreams, gat to get cheese, need to get paid by any means
They say that I'm weak, but what they don't see, is that I do not retreat
You said
to Decode and Evolve the styles of duels verse by verse
Fall to my Digital Monsters, welcome to the Cyberse
Playmaker, once I duel none can match my brains
remember my name (remember my name)
And whatever remains
After we walk on white sand
Lets travel in style
Just want to see you happy and smiling
I can change
hear a peeep
You gotta keep dem wolves fed
Or they gon turn you into sheep
I ain't never tucked my tail
I get active when it's beef
Thats da reason they
Yea Jani XO
Starting to Rap at 36, they say that that's too old
Nah, it's just that my gift matured, turns out I'm just to bold
Too let uninspiring
a drive-by
Wet em up from his shoulders, leave him bye-bye
Now mama cry-cry, but it ain't my time to either die-die
So ask me why-why, but I feel that God owe
Home, reign supreme coming through with my team
For ya faggot ass niggas shining infa red beams
BK to the fullest, to the day that we die
Open my eyes,
time to bring more
That live life fast and die slow
But you've been walkin in darkness
Def dumb blind and heartless
Mislead by these so called artist
to swim now
Aqua green Avias on brim style wild
We walked by eyeing I'm
Shorty ain't looked
He trying to get fly
My niggas ain't dived on him
Kase
I lost my way, then I paved my way
Through all you motherfuckers who are standing in my way
B.t.w., by the way, I'm crashing in like tidal waves
Raising the temperature, with each round I’m popping off
Hit me on my cellular, if you’re trying to get response
I’m a plate of pasta baby, I know that I’ve
and my team need big racks
Yeah we got big bags
Ho try me den you know I'm gone split that
Bitch wanna come round talking that shit
Word round town you
you're my type (ay!)
I like em'
I like em' with a little bite (ay!)
If ya' picking up that weapon better use it right (ay!)
I have a Hattori Hanzō sword we
belly
Wanna come to my room and see
Oh it's The way you deh back on me
The way you deh back on me
Come by da way girl and u go see
How it deh be wen u be
manure on my socks
Your style, I freaked it when I was a child
So you talkin' that baby talk like, Who's Talkin Now?
Verbally I crush, brains erupt
on
I dig your style, all your zeros and ones
I love your U.I., you and I should calculate Pi
Ever since I met you my efficiency has decreased by 69%
(He
(They love my style)
Just because your nigga
Likes his 'ting juicy
Maybe you had one too
Many hits of that tussi
(Tussi)
Truly, beggars can't be choosey
Look, Look
My niggas crooked though it seems
My every single thought is caught
Up in collecting cream
A made nigga picture me dying in
A blaze
grinder like that young nigga rock lee
Always get my veggies i be smoking on that broccli
They think that they know me
Nah nigga thats the old me
They
that bitch a real freak
Slap me in my face like she Bruce Lee
Bitch I'm chasing cake call it loose leaf, loose leaf
Got that blade on my waste, shades
When I care and it's true
That's when her P gets H'd
It's a L up for you
Just know I got it from LeBron
Made it Lee Brown
If I fail on all my shots
I
some ice on my necklace
I'm tryna blind you oooo
I told my bitch she always right
And she can't do no wrong
Told her its us against the world
Put that
wouldn't be here
If I believed them back then
My teachers tell me you a loser
Get out my class
You're gonna be dead by 21
Uh back on my real shit
Spitting
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