D2G TRUTHFUL RIGAMORTIS (Freestyle)

Tekst piosenki

No talkin’…..

Verse 1:

I’m fire breathin’ with dragons, that scramble eggs in ya basket/

What some describe as a bastard, with symptoms classed as a hazard/

My lyrics crafted as dastard, I’m aiming towards a classic/

Now rumor & legend has it, my mental’s spacey as NASA/

They say my aggression’s passive, to which I’m constantly laughin’/

Specifically with this rap shit, cause other niggas is Tragically/

TRASH with all of the wackness, but watch as I’m making magic/

And practically droppin’ actuals, companied by the factuals/

Mental mission? subtractin’ you, Missionary, contractual/

Hitman on the vernacular, attitude placed as radical/

Method somewhat spectacular, vocals crushin’ ya clavicle/

Cave ya chest in FOR REAL if I’m forced to do what I have to do/

Hip hop being my home, you’re a tourist, you’re just passing thru/

Thrashing ya favorite rapper, that’s only part of my chapter

Lyrically grinding ya bones into ashes, leave nothing after/

Disasterous how I mastered, these quotes as sticky as plaster/

You flash with words? well I’m faster, Demonic summons to pastors/

Simply outlasting the rest of them, spart and train with the best of them/

You guessing A-E with the lyrics, Scantrons? I’m testing them/

Wizardry draining sins out your body, as you’re confessing them/

Power of life and deaths’ in the tongue, and I’m spittin’ blessings/

Invading craniums hexed from adults to the adolescence/

Subtracting thoughts of stupidity, hoping to add-a-lesson/

Titanium build I drape in, protected from any weapons/

From Canons to Smtih and Wessons, the answer to all your questions/

I manifest as the day goes, sprinting towards the Pesos/

Hoping to double payroll with no stoppin’ til’ I say so

Before you make it Fuego, I highly suggest you lay low/

Competition? well…they know, just how the rest of this day goes/

Either follow the way of 2G, or end up with Halo’s/

I’m a dose of EVERCLEAR, and you niggas as sweet as Faygo/

I mold you into perfection, like God conceived me in Play-Doh/

You racing me for the throne? well you must’ve been snorting Ya-Yo/

I’m everything that you lackin’, I swear you hustling backwards/

I’m NINJA like with my tactics, don’t ASK for your favorite rapper…..

HE DEAD!! (uh huh)

AMEN!! (I killed em’)

HE DEAD!! (ok)

AMEN!! (A-men)

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Pre-verse:

I be the truth….

Yea…

Said I’m the truth….every time I step in the booth…

I speak the truth…y’all know what I’m bringin’ to you…

It’s the truth…muthafuckas know who I be…

I be the truth…what I spit shall set you free..

Verse 2:

Yo, AIN’T nobody fuckin’ with me on this mic so far/

Want the truth…there it is…it just took 2 bars/

Now the rest that’s gonna follow, is a blatant reminder/

These niggas y’all listenin’ to? BLATANT vagina/

Now that sounds pretty basic, but I’m partially inclined/

To pull some of bitches files out of Romney’s binder/

And I ain’t one particular to blow up spots/

But some of you niggas should thank me as to why y’all hot/

It’s either I ain’t been discovered to expose y’all wack/

Or I done catapult’d you niggas as to where y’all at/

Pardon me, but part of me just might be feeling myself/

Another part of me is sayin’ no one’s as ill as myself/

Trill talk, call it braggin’ , but let’s say what it is…/

Ain’t no recess on my bars, I don’t play with you kids/

It’s more like…John Wilkes Booth D.C. Snipe type/

Prime Mic Tys’ on Fight Night, I’m QUITE NICE/

On the bread hunt, you reach for my BIMBO Slice?/

Fuck around and catch a KIMBO Slice/

Thinkin’ 2G’s a simp on life/

Lace these Missy’s up tight, so I can stomp you with these Timbo’s, right?/

Told these cowards on „SPITEFUL” not to play with a Vet/

Test ya luck, young buck, you’ll get slayed with the rest/

Mangle niggas til’ ya face is a mess/

Leave ya lips on ya pecs, now niggas can really „SAY IT WITH YA CHEST”/
Vexed with the thought of EVER holdin’ my tongue/

As opposite as Snoop opposin’ weed smoke from his lungs/

Any urge to stop me?….you should fight that shit/

I’m TOO fire..you don’t wanna go ignite that shit/

Should you choose to refuse this warning, I’ll pull a Edward Norton

Make you face the curb and have you bite that shit/

Then send the footage to worldstar, paste it as a facebook status

And have my peoples „LIKE” that shit/

See the things that I come up with/……

And this is somethin’ that ya peoples honestly swearing that you can fuck with…/

Gassin’ up ya raps like it’s tough spit/

Hypeman’s pornhub…he „QUACKS LIKE A DUCK” when he suck dick/

I call it how I see it, ain’t no „force him to stop”/

It gets worse…that „BLOCKA FREESTYLE” was a warning shot/

Feel offended yet? Good, BITCH! I WANT you to pop/

I’m giving all you niggas hell whether you want it or not………………

MUTHAFUCKA!!!!!