Alec Thompson - Closed Case lyrics

[Intro] Murder is one of the most violent and unjust ways to die We've heard of people k**ing at random, family members k**ing one another, and terrorists murdering for their own cause While those instances are disturbing, the most terrifying instances are when the k**ers manage to get away with it [Hook] (A-Game) k** sh**, it's a closed case-spaz on 'em, no road rage Go crazy like the old days, when I'd pop Molly, then roll face Folks think that I drill rap, because I'm a k**er, no Ghostface I go insane on a f**ing mic, you gonna f**ing die like I'm O.J (x2) [Verse 1] (A-Game) Raptile k**ing 'em, I'm back in the booth, I got a big hit list I could stack to the roof And if you look at me wrong? I'm a hack through you too, f** around and get my a** on the news Beat you to d**h, 'til you black and you blue, then fall asleep like you on half of a blue Body parts in a trash bag, you'll get chewed apart by the rats, ain't no casket for you See I been through a bunch of sh**, and it made a young motherf**er tough as bricks You f** with me or Sleep, there's a 0% chance that you're gonna ever wake up again Cause I don't give a f** you b**h, so f** you b**h, you got a problem s** my dick Once again, I'm coming with a f**ing hit, for your subs the ba** thumps, bump-bump my sh** Uh, flowing since I was a pre-teen k**ing 'em-blood everywhere, we be spilling 'em These rappers are whack, thinking we be feeling them, I guess it's time that we keep things real with 'em You ain't artists, you're garbage, I'm flawless, on every track I get on, I demolish Been f**ed with for years, that's why I go the hardest, and ain't ever stopping... All these underground rappers keep thinking they the sh**, running round dating groupies, keep thinking with your dick Rap ain't your path, but keep thinking this is it, if you step up to the plate, you get relinquished in a jif Pray I don't make it, 'cause I'm a strip naked and f** this rap game on its' period Think I'm playing? I'm serious, just listen to the hook and you can clear as day hear it, I- [Hook] [Verse 2] (Sleep Lyrical) I'll dump some lead in your skull, give a f** about a n***a trying to walk into the circle I'm a leave the body Red and we gone, all these rappers talking about they getting busy, but these motherf**ing n***as ain't Bad to the bone, b**h I'm out back of your home Ain't got no mask on my dome, lights camera action, you gone Sometimes I don't aim when that four bang, I got 30 rounds in this whole thing It ain't no game in that close range, you got no chance when that four flames It was closed case when them folks came, and you rolled in with the wrong face You a little chimp, I'm a grown ape, with bananas I can shoot long range n***a f** the fame, where the cash at? Cause nowadays n***as lab rats Don't tell me that's your f**ing mans, cause he ratted on you on the last track Yo, Sleep flow been abstract, y'all n***as raps been a** crack You can take offense, but keep my name from out your mouth, unless you wanna hear the mag crack n***a back, back, 'fore you hit the floor, or we'll lock a rapper in the fricking Ford Stomp his body out until we split the floor, say my name again and we gonna kick you more In the studio, I'm swinging pens and swords, they be asking what the f** I'm tripping for Cause they say it's just a hobby, they ain't got no goals, so n***a what the f** you spitting for? Tell A-Game it's a closed case, cause Sleep left 'em with no face In the court room with the stone face, cause the prosecutors got no case My flow raw, ain't no bake, I mash on 'em with no brakes Hanging out the window with the long ace, you should've stayed at home, you in the wrong place [Hook]