Sudden Death (feat. Kid Vishis & Simarjit)

Sudden, sudden death Last ones holdin our breath (yeah) Sudden, sudden death You sound like you goin off meth (yeah) Sudden, sudden, death Boutta put myself to a test (yeah) Sudden, sudden death Standing above all the rest (yeah) Sudden, sudden death Last ones holdin our breath (yeah) Sudden, sudden death You sound like you goin off meth (yeah) Sudden, sudden, death Boutta put myself to a test (yeah) Sudden, sudden death Standing above all the rest (yeah) Initials MS been deadly on the mic since I was 13 As gangrene After I got drunk, and OD’d, got kicked off the big stage like Charlie Sheen for Beating my wife Brittany and then goin after a second wife Denise and Get arrested the day after Christmas Eve As bad as when R. Kelly pee’d outside of a restroom facility But it’s too late to take back and apologize to everyone I went at when I was on my Vital shit You won’t catch me slippin but I might trip up When I hear a mumble rapper startin shit Cause tryin to listen Is like having some chick bitchin Typin random letters on the keyboard when she gets mad Bitch, I had a stroke tryna read that! Hunt, Sim, Vishis This is, a stand for our business Witness, a change in the climate After we drop these lines and leave you in silence If you try to speak up i’ll knock your teeth out bombs droppin you hear these sirens You rappers are so plane this rap game is in need of a Bin Laden (haha) The arm and hammer we go together like thor making baking soda Your raps be creating aromas Need some cough medicince, chloraseptic and the robatusin A doc named dre possibly some speech lessons We the next three trapped in a motherfuckin... Sudden, sudden death Last ones holdin our breath (yeah) Sudden, sudden death You sound like you goin off meth (yeah) Sudden, sudden, death Boutta put myself to a test (yeah) Sudden, sudden death Standing above all the rest (yeah) Sudden, sudden death Last ones holdin our breath (yeah) Sudden, sudden death You sound like you goin off meth (yeah) Sudden, sudden, death Boutta put myself to a test (yeah) Sudden, sudden death Standing above all the rest (yeah) Poppin' pills and doing drugs That's the difference between you and us Listening to your music makes me concuss When I check the lyrics like a nine, plus I'mma break these rappers like a walnut All these rappers are a go mad I'm crushing these rappers, they'll feel Balled up Braggin' with there grows, bragging with their jewelry When I kill these rappers I won't even say excuse me Yeah, I'm use to be, being a part of the mumble rap community I choose to be lyrical Y'all be waiting for Cynical Hitting you with these disses and they physical Dissing these rappers I don't do it minimal Killing these beats, yeah I should be a criminal When I diss, I don't do any subliminals Mumble rappers tryna diss the original I write my own shit and that is a miracle Can't see these ghostwriters, they all invisible Rapping lyrical, that is so traditional We don't really sip any lean and hit any blunts We don't got no face tats that's just us (yeah) We don't really sip any lean and hit any blunts We don't got no face tats that's just us (yeah) Sudden, sudden death Last ones holdin our breath (yeah) Sudden, sudden death You sound like you goin off meth (yeah) Sudden, sudden, death Boutta put myself to a test (yeah) Sudden, sudden death Standing above all the rest (yeah) Sudden, sudden death Last ones holdin our breath (yeah) Sudden, sudden death You sound like you goin off meth (yeah) Sudden, sudden, death Boutta put myself to a test (yeah) Sudden, sudden death Standing above all the rest (yeah) Yo Yo Kid Kid, you gotta wake up Kid, you gotta wake up Come on now Look at me Look at you Fuck with me you fuckin' fool I buck this tool So don't fuckin move Make a n***a dance like bust a move When the gun (whoo ha) I can bust a move Then I make my cash like a hustler do I ain't never scared to crush a crew I got the fro blown out don't touch the do Now the next n***a hatin' gon' suck the shoo shit I'm a real n***a, kind of suck is you? You know real n***as stay hush and cool Tryna act rich to a bunch of broke n***as ain't some do Actin' like you got somethin to prove Well I guess I got somethin to lose And I ain't fuckin with you I get a head but there's no screws You just mad cause you rap and get no views I'm from a land where there's no rules I'm a pimp, tell your hoe choose I'll invite her to the lab Fuck her in the booth Then record the shit on Pro Tools just to show you I'm a pimp Lobster and shrimp Walk with a limp Talk to your bitch Offer a car to her quick Heartless and then she gon' do park with the stick Now I'm all up in your apartment and shit Sudden, sudden death Last ones holdin our breath (yeah) Sudden, sudden death You sound like you goin off meth (yeah) Sudden, sudden, death Boutta put myself to a test (yeah) Sudden, sudden death Standing above all the rest (yeah) Sudden, sudden death Last ones holdin our breath (yeah) Sudden, sudden death You sound like you goin off meth (yeah) Sudden, sudden, death Boutta put myself to a test (yeah) Sudden, sudden death Standing above all the rest