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I bring the heat
Yo’ momma bring the beat
I slap a rhyme up on my feet and sit and watch them make the cheese
No difference in this rap shit
Wright a rhyme and watch my fans go batshit
Nobody knows who I am
I’m like Carmen San Diego, got a secret hiding plan
Making sure these other rappers don’t try and catch the van
They stop me grab my lyrics and run home
Put it on the internet; then convey it as their own!
Check it
(beat)
Feelings oppressed
Put these brothers back to rest
Tired out from all this fighting and the mess
Of hate, love, war and fear
Get up on your feet and reach the chandelier
That means bounce
Like a trampoline
Put your hands up
All you niggas know what I mean
Feet down hands high
„Reach for the sky”
Oh shit it’s the cops
They found my drugs knocked
It’s a little thing I call a beat that rocks
Check em
(beat)
My game so raw it’ll give you samonella
My beat so tough it’ll put you straight into a coma
A Punchline that hits harder than rocky
You niggas can’t believe these rhymes’ comin from a honkey
I’m not a success
Nowhere near the best
But when I bust a rhyme like a nut
You’re fans go „WHAT”
„Who’s this guy, he’s way better than you”
„He slaughtered your beat like some jews from 1942”
Check it
(beat)
I’m just a brotha
L. G. Lova
That’s what they call me when i’m fuckin yo motha
I bang like my beats from the window to the wall
My mindset so cold it’s freezing yo balls
Set your clock to 6
Because my beat so sick
It’ll wake you up in the morn’ and harden up yo dick
Nothing to be gay
Just needed something to say
Get ready for another round bitch i’m here all day
Check em
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