B-Ly & WillFake - Odds lyrics

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B-Ly & WillFake - Odds lyrics

[ Verse 1 : WillFake ] They say rap's oddish, when I'ma do I meet odds No one knows rhapsody, let me show you the methods Nobody supports me, no one roots for me I've been monitored by the tormentors and that dragoons me I feel I'm not me, that's why I am f**ing WillFake My soul has been gone and it feels no pa**ion anymore Hip-hop makes me know that when I'm low, it lets sadness go Slowly you hear it, know it that it makes you feisty Put the pain in lyric so no dyspeptic Don't judge music by melody but see the meaning Though I think you may loathe it like Madeline to Minnie Don't be so cold, do you get it? [Verse 2 : B-Ly] I'm persevering in this ring of fire To the day I strangle these liars Who said the rap is worse than choir So reset these melodic tunes higher as fly I swat and drop them off Even I'll chop Green Day and sluggin' ‘em with hair-dryer ‘Cause you're gonna hope that I hop off the summit I've been reachin', so goddammit My hips ain't breakin', we only get stronger f** those every a**es to the second Randall Park opened up his eyes Till DJ Snake didn't need gla**es, I won't stop, b**h, I'm so high Up on the tower, you better throw in a towel ‘Cause your f**in' status' lower than a snake's belly! [Verse 3] [WillFake] Y'all think all rappers are poor, they ain't got ‘em It's just what it looks like, just what they say about ‘em Rappers started from the scratch; the bottom Look at ‘em, Dre, Eminem, 50 take a bath in dimes Busta, A$AP Rocky, and Jay-Z, well, he's so wealthy fine [B-Ly] Really, Bill will k** hillbillies here, still fullfill the pill Those wooden-headeds gon' eat hatred what they muster The monster shed the thoughts down to the masterpiece Faster or soon, they'll be lusterin' These f**in' koala bears stay layin' and they'll be flusterin' [WillFake] It's not about talking fast and talk about a** Rap lyrics contain spirit Dirty lyrics? Your minds need to clear it What you mean to winnow me with it? I will pinch your navel with three teezers And cut it out through scissors, tear it Place a diet sugar inside and let it be eaten by emmet, simmer it It's a rap, I stay superb and strong, sh** it [B-Ly] Give me a duster! Entire these cold fishes are squalid At their gulls I'll look green around All of this cluster's despondent of R&B So sh**ty letters I've received from the correspondents They are envious, yeah, monkey'll see, monkey'll do