Fuel Up Records - Destroyer lyrics

( Intro ) This is the sh** In best m i Is it really is Or m just sh**ting here Let me tare it ( Verse 1 ) Ya'll know i been claimin to be the illest producer And its reason fuel up got in the game To do d insane thang in a sane lane Sickest composer of da lane k**in weapons with a demons Scribbling thoughts on the notes Is the secret of my songs I be H.A.M , i'm on roll n***a When i spit a beat em kids like Damn damn N then i hit there mind with my wicked vibe Bang bang I been locked up in ma room for months Just to search a reason that m here The reason i should rap Reason for my life Inside in my mind I was strengthin up my mastermind Ever since i was kid kind I always had a notebook I was so inclined To know what is mankind Check my report cards All u'll get is rhyme lines Never studied just scribbled My life Then i made my first song And my n***a was like Micky my n***a u k**a , u crazy , u daisy U naild it U should kick out some more N u can k** all other rappers who held it n***a im dopper then ya favorite Rapper I can jus eat them all ,i'm glutton Chopper Im the cross bread of eminem , tech n9ne And hopsin u can say As i'm inspired , influenced , confluence of all them {Chorus } Destroyer He k**s the beat Destroyer Hes a beast with a heat I'm destroyer God he steals souls n merge it with a beats Destroyer He k**s the beat Destroyer Hes a beast with a heat Im destroyer God he steals souls n merge it with a beats There ain't nobody who can f** my flow There ain't nobody who can f** my flow There ain't nobody who got the balls to defeat my style You you all n***as are just a joke If u think you are rap star ( Verse 2 ) Sick of da People who been always up To holding my leg when m going up You throwing questions n i answer em As i'm paid enough I'm a rapper ain't no k**er or no prisoner But imma be risky To handle as imma Grisly Only with a demon inside me im frisky N with my words , my rhyms im nifty Military got a higher post for me As they got no weapon which can shoot up the target fore my words Nothing can hurt up more then words N i can spit it faster then u guggle while u brush B B Bomba I I Imma Gimme the mic and I'mma mangle it tangle it Imma be the 1 to steal ya spot fore ya knew All u other rapper are jus spitin up nursery Rhyhms u ain't got no f**in clue This game ain't bout how cool or hot u sh** But be the real n do ya sh** Step outta zone n feel other world doin N see what they did See baby u jus kid who got no balls to do N m a crack head who got his up screw loosed So u better never ever feel ya self so much cleaver To mess up with my anger of u will get blister {Chorus } Destroyer He k**s the beat Destroyer Hes a beast with a heat I'm destroyer God he steals souls n merge it with a beats Destroyer He k**s the beat Destroyer Hes a beast with a heat Im destroyer God he steals souls n merge it with a beats There ain't nobody who can f** my flow There ain't nobody who can f** my flow There ain't nobody who got the balls to defeat my style You you all n***as are just a joke If u think you are rap star