lyrics:
X: now, we come to the payoff: rappin techniques.
everyday bitches lose dough that are ripe to fall into their hands
because they shy away from beats by timbaland.
a good rapper reaps the benefit of everything which has gone before him:
the advertising, the customer’s natural desire, even his dick game.
you want to become a star, and you will become one.
ahead of you right now are motherfuckers
but first, some common sense about rappin to offset a certain amount of nonsense and fear on the subject.
we desert eagles of the same feather
the suede leather, my rage is rarer, my reign of terror is upon us
new Giannis, i do not play for pleasure, my station
tuned into a newer era, mixed with the same as ever
the fire you spit was no match for my liquid sword
your corpse a pittance to the lord, i should’ve given more
such are the lips of war, they speak in riddles, missile coordin-
-ates, and pidgins warping words to hit with every listener’s core
pistols pesent, code-named little weapons
rips through tendons with little effort within a second
several bits of severed tissue sit within the grisly wreckage
i think you get the message, back to my lil simple method
i ain’t cena john doe who could wrestle with me,
state what shoes you seek to fill, or else you isn’t steppin with me
i mess with you a bit, it hurt me when i read you dissed me
but i know you just salty and twisted, you a pretzel to me
tssss haha!
man, i started off the verse so well…
shit
aight, back to it
my laptop and my phone like Watson and Holmes
you copying clones, robbing eachother’s flows, a
hierarchy of lows, fire-hall with no hose, fi-
-rewalls with no code, i might just stall in this hoe, like…
(pause) aight, that’s enough
nowhere near as bad as us, you blasphemous, y’all rappin sucks!
someone in my camp tried to have me dead in casket
so i deaded him, hands tied to his severance package
we all got shit to unpack, i just got leather baggage
conway said everybody is food, ya head is cabbage
i punch your pumpkin and see if there’s any bread to salvage
bury you with nothing but your clothing and your demo package
in a stretch limo, passing out my next single
a QR code tatted on my neck tissue
you might not grapple with this yet, but this the next jujitsu
so put your badge upon my desk or hit X to continue
This new EP from producer Fil Jackson will thrill fans of underground hip-hop with its dense atmospherics & a feature from rapper Lungs. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 4, 2023
Just a beautiful jazzy rap album with buttery smooth flows versed with huge talent. It's not only lovely to the ears, but the lyrics are profound and empowering about the struggles that she faces. zhangtastic