Yeah, me and KR, we link up, Crowds wondering what well think up,
Need inspiration for my verbal, so I reach for that herbal,
Smoked so many trees, that I spit straight dragonfire 900 degrees,
Mic check ding dong King Kong, this thing on?
Venerate this degenerate poetry, no entry
Alright, begin….
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Vardhan
Heard they made bounty in Dade County, bare riffs blasted at the sheriffs,
Me and KR, We the heavyweight hitters, give you fight night jitters,
Got all kinds of critters trying to enter my domain,
Not knowing I hit harder than all the cocaine done by Courtney and Cobain,
Yeah we some true troops, from the boots to the salutes,
New gospel, new testaments got me locked harder than a mousetrap,
Chain with a cross worth a few carats, now how's that?
I'm more likely to make a masterpiece than blast a piece,
Tell her my love last forever, but Im out before the intermission,
I was only loyal to my trinity, god, Benjamin’s, ma,
Im known to leave rhyme books shook with my war chants,
Think you or your groups going to stop me, no chance,
grass, I got the proper ointment, get your joints bent,
Im the type to always run late but never miss the appointment,
Smoke exotic trees, from Paris to Timbuctoo,
Living like animals and we ain’t even in the zoo,
Just a poet looking to drown my sorrows in moet,
I was late to class, no hall pass, and didn’t even know it.
my mind chaotic, a hornets nest is what I manifest,
4 leafs clovers out on the street, find it deep its yours to keep,
Lady luck to the Stairway to heaven, the price was steep,
Buck shot roared at the truck spot, Im known to jostle with an apostle,
known to drink a bottle on full throttle,
Now, I mastered the ba_st_rd slang, 19th I last heard a bang,
Sitting on the corner which is the city’s capillary and a cryptic spot
always aim for dope delivery when the districts hot,
My mindset is monetary, I think of golden monasteries,
Rhymes smooth be rolling off your tongue like mentos,
bills for my skills and my will, I sent those,
my rhymes vicious and dense, sixth sense got me feeling tense,
This is the outrow, you know how the south flow,
with instinct so distinct, 3 bass drop forms the backdrop,
cards tossed right, too warm for frostbite, another lost night,
Now we live long and prosper, little by little
TSKR
faith is never belittled, loves not little
I will preach about god till my heart goes brittle,
Yea I’m a fighter, I’m a soldier
Every day I get bolder, I grow older, start to bolster
If I feel Disturbed all I got to do is pull the gun out it’s holster
Or just ghost her, picture perfect like a poster
Listen to the pitch go up and down like a roller coaster
lucky like a four leaf clover, high stakes roller
Always sober.
Listen to my raps don’t it sound like I’m bipolar
Yet I keep a good composure, not a poser
Always kosher, yet a joker
To be honest sometimes it seems like my potential ain’t even out of its baby stroller
Spit bars like a motor, I’m a loner, never mediocre
There’s a beast inside and I just had to poke her, I awoke her, then I broke her
From exposure to this world yea
All the hate and all the madness, it just causes so much sadness
Makes my hairs prick up like needles on a cactus
Why are people’s hearts filled with so much blackness
There’s no was to cap this so ima just go on and blast this
Aiming for the masses been working my way up the chain like molasses
I spit bars the fastest
No one out here’s gonna pass this, let alone blast this
Never surpass this
Ye I’m in the fast lane every one else ye they are in last place
Look at the rap rates am I in last place... nah
Best in all of the states that’s me
Find someone better than me and we’ll see
Yet I guarantee an you better agree that there is no one better than thee
Living like the bourgeoisie
Yelling my raps like a banshee
I foresee an guarantee that one day I’ll be the best just wait and you’ll see
Man van you see what I see? I see fans gasping, an clapping, hands slapping an no one is laughing cameras out photographing praise is not napping the tears are just sapping.
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