Anthro Beats - Bars Over Bullsh** lyrics

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Anthro Beats - Bars Over Bullsh** lyrics

[Jayy Lee] They tell me now's my chance to the change the world and take control So I take my hand and f** a fold, 'cuz I been told That my flow's so cold, I'm shivering mics, and spitting that ice No fronting I might, cut off their lights Like Brockovich so f** your lines We're breaking industries, so up your rhymes or catch grenades 'cuz every bar I drop, sparks a thought and sets ablaze The f**ing track, so step up your verses Suffer the forces, tougher than curse words Upper the chuck, snuff your set and rest a**ured I'm k**ing everything that's moving with a beat So ask Eskupe if they're steady spitting When I start to speak 'cuz I don't hesitate, while they're playing hide and seek I'm standing front and center Asking artists if they're tryna beef I been about it, shoot a beat, and bet I'll ground it 6 ft deep by the time you found it My sounds surrounded, type and see It's Jayy Lee, to wisen the name, I do emcee Counting down time 'til you mother f**ers RIP [count down] One for the real, two for the sk**s Three for the artists I'm 'bout to k** Still, add nine for those who didn't spill a line Finalized the first round, no need to take it back 'cuz they lacking half the ill, I'm sick and that's a fact I'm attacking tracks, just packing stacks Relax with the steal, still real to the max I battle ax, any artist with my smart a**, so don't ask For hand outs, I'll stand out 'til the chords in my throat don't work no more You toy with a verse, avoiding the worse I'm wielding words 'til they all disperse I spit reverse--rappers these f**--(f** these rappers) I just coerce, so press your luck I run a muck, chucking words 'til all you schmucks just double up With a f**ing punch, a masochist Matching acid when I rap to this A blasphemous mother f**er, in this catalyst Is my catalog Single drops with my gat sawed off Popping shots 'til your top pops off And it's mazel tov, topping off 'cuz trust me you gon' need it Heated on the mic, conceited when I write Might start fights when you look up right My bars over heads, you stuck in limbo Everything I said's just out the window