Gatch - First impressions lyrics

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Gatch - First impressions lyrics

I act independently like Wade Wilson Raping beats like bill cosby with eight pills in A christian who spits sin but hailed as a boss A face full of lies like i'm nailed to the cross Drop fire like napalm with ghostface features like Raekwon I save the best for last and this is day one Rapping like my honour is measured When I submit submissions your tapping like Conor McGregor Ignore the facts that im mathematically more than maths My lyrics get an*lysed like p**nagraphic photographs I leave the mic broken as often as I leave dykes chokin I dont think I just do it like a nike slogan People de-cypher my lyrics like a scrabble score When I was in third grade I wanted to murder macklemore My wordplay is rare like a slavery smile Im as controversial as Steven Averys trial Or like jet fuel and steel beams I act on my real dreams People feel me like Adam Johnson feels teens I just juggle the facts you struggle in raps I shake the world like the Brussel attacks Or on the mic I act in malice like the attack on Paris I write with a terror wrist that can't help but embaress I put mc's under pressure like a priest in a creche for At least a week until his secrets leak in molester gestures I'm at an early late knocking on the pearly gates When I create a new track I leak at Jennette McCurdy rates My rhymes make viral scares I make heads spin like spiral stairs Forcing you to go to Church and plead with suicidal prayers When I rap i'm as open as a gots wrist I leave listeners minds blown like a plot twist I run this metropolis kicking down doorsteps On the mic I come prepared like durex Its effortless I catch attention like a leapord dress I murder letters and leak quicker than a shredded chest I hold the mic like a lightsaber in a yoda stance All eyes on me like i'm a b**h wearing yoga pants You have to pause me just to applaud me I f** the game from behind with my style like its doggy Your style is pathetic you'll never even taste mine Chances slimmer than an anorexics waistline You stammer when its game time, I got everyone intimidated When I step to beats my breath defeats and not a minutes wasted