Touché (feat. Win Adissem)
RJ Peacock
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I said all my homies rap for real Talking crazy while beats is sittin in Caskets still the pen deadly Talk like his wind in my chest and The pen fed me Read me You see the polish I been ready Too T’d kick it like I’m Bruce Lee Roy bump Bruce Wayne I’m the New beast boy shorties that do Destroy my team bite When we do Deploy and shine bright like the UV High T-crews how my chest could flex, T-Dog how my brain impress the game Is chess you lost it, can’t contest so Blame the best exhausted, off it play Wit my cards I’ll send you to Boston, Often You cannot see me I’m on a whole Nother level the base and the treble Can lead that way Father compass to guide me I will Forever be at mercy to follow And You know underneath his tree I stay, Stepping up to compete g maybe We’ll see that day until then, keep Pushing the rhythm until um the fill End and Win where you run it at No they can’t hold me back I know my words turn into flesh, so I’m thinking I’m the best, guess who told me that? Ray like the sun is black Juxtaposition on a mission like when The son is back Call me Marshawn cause im moving Like a running back Call me Cardi cause I’m going for The money bag Just be good n and stop actin Wooden shorty you too crate cap And hood and still rapping good g I Just say touché (Hold on) He says all his homies rap for real Thats all facts and no cap cause we Moving like it’s track and field Only time we look back on the track Is to pass the the baton on the song Don’t care how you feel When we take all the gold home, And the glory to God And y’all look back you just turn into Salt, and you try to blame me, Trynna say its my fault You know my MO, legacy like JO Put respect on the JOS Where’s Khalid when you need him Cause we the best, yes They late to peep ole me Then They need to learn GED I bounce pass(past) like I’m CP3 Yo crew whack like it’s BET A quick tbt to when I wasn’t hot Me no see The ceo, of below free-z-I-n-g I’m out here RJP l-i-v-e without fear How we be rocking we need a Richter Game locked tight like a boa Constrictor ahh Oooo y’all must be lying Beat so cold we got the russian Spying On us tho, to be honest bro I’ve never seen someone flow like This before We Aladdin and the Genie, we the diamonds in the rough They can’t get enough So keep the pressure up No one can measure up, they can not Measure us with Scovilles cause we Never gon chill The freshest prince without the W how? Cuz I’m iller than most And you standing too close to me You will surely be toast Cuz the heat of the father burnin so Hop on the wave Otherwise hop in the frier fire there Cooler for days Game need some light want some Hype gon getchu some Me with a mic Fahrenheit 451 Y’all really be trippin ima have to Expose you You used to be fly and I’m sick so we both flew(flu) Epidemic, Flu like swine It’s 3 little piggy’s airline On the same day someone dare to Touché with a crew like mine You can’t clone us that’s a Frankenstein And I’m too T’d, kick it like wasabi Though Put me on the track and Keep it runnin like it’s cardio Sorry though Veo competition and they adios Obvio-usly I got that heat like I’m Rosario You don’t want smoke that’s on me Juice like Frankie L Sang like Frankie V, uh see Shinnin like the sun or like a tree Fresh on Christameis Imma do my Thing it’s Not that hard to see the truth I’m off Top like I need a roof you claim Light Imma need some fruit so bag Back, hold tight shorty just wait You Can hate but the petty words won’t Penetrate ayye Cause I meditate Im so positive I’m about to elevate Never self medicate, please let me Educate ‘Bout to set the record straight I’m Off White rubber and you just Elmers glue Negativity just sicks to you - and That’s true I gotta keep my mind right I want the light of the world, but not Talking about the lime light I don’t wanna look back and be salty Bout the hindsight You’ll never hit my blindside We been gunnin runnin it too great What the crew say Takin it up like a Tuesday And the mood great They say we hotter than soufflé Tell em touché Hits like its Bobby the bouchée aye We been gunnin runnin it too great What the crew say Takin it up like a Tuesday And the mood great They say we hotter than soufflé Tell em touché Hits like its Bobby the bouchée aye The hottest bars commin through ya Ear cavity Rhymes so sweet they will give ya Ear cavities Yea, ear cavities drumming on the Beat like them bunnies with the Batteries ah And if I get cavities my momma gon Get mad at me
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Written by: Reginald Peacock II, Zialesi Adissem
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