DJ Trunks - Give the kid range lyrics

Like that, rappers fall back If they didn't know. They about to know [Verse 1] Yo you must rabid if you try step to me If mic controlling your fate I'm the backhand of destiny Dont bother testing, retreat tuck in that pride Best course avoid remorse find somewhere and hide from Gizmo the menace serve n***as like tennis All attacks are fruitless to my health they replenish A dick dastardly can't counter me just let it be Nothing short of blasphemy if my image get blemish The mic lethalizer getting blown like breathalyzers k** you germs with sterilizers on my own don't need advisers Learning more and getting wiser this only an appetizer Trunks is on synthesizer Like.. That.. Rappers..Fall.. Back Don't even get me started Most these n***as half hearted Cause they crash cart When they try dale earn heart Apart from the lyrical facts I'm like freeza in his first form this ain't even my Max-imum If they plat-inum I'm out cla**ing em' Sir gizmo knighted on a level higher Swing a battle axe duck tax Beyond a squire [Hook] x2 The kids a savage and never gonna change How does he manage kick rhymes that derange If you see him coming use caution switch lanes Give the kid range give the kid range [Verse 2] Yo over heads like the stratosphere The raptures here apocalyptic dont come near Go warn your peers their rap style sweet like pears Gizmo's terrible, I'll tear rappers in any tier Respect or fear it don't matter kid I'll take both Real to the game of hip hop that's the sacred oath Talking Hoes, dough and how the 9 blow Mentally a dwarfs on the mic n***as lack growth My presence alone crushes shields, fields and barriers The sickest germ carrier rhymes flier than harriers Or a jump jet you want some n***a come get Demolished with the Rhodium bars I ain't even done yet This go my proclamation an official declaration I free style emancipation Resisting the federation They full of sh** that's constipation Beginning indoctrination self destruct k**ing the nation Like.. That.. Rappers..Fall.. Back These n***as think they hard till they getting bombarded Gizmo pulling cards leaving rappers discarded Aside from the lyrical facts I Can't stand what I'm hearing like the sound when im faxing em' Ya'll too lax on em' They sweet like chrysanthemums In any cypher I'm true to the game Battle anybody forget status or the fame [Hook] x2 The kids a savage and never gonna change How does he manage kick rhymes that derange If you see him coming use caution switch lanes Give the kid range give the kid range Yo wack rappers ya'll need to fall back Internet bboys ya'll need to fall back n***as talking smack ya'll need to fall back Just fall back like ha