Blackwood again..
Whats stoppin YOU?
Whats stoppin YOU?
Tah...tah..turn upp
Hahahaha
Back on dis thing once again
It's been a minute but...
sh**ttt
Im comin back harder
Turn up... turn up... turn up
Verse 1
It started out
Sittin on da couch
I darted out
Reminiscin on the rhymes that I thought about
Murderin beef in my rhyme book
Call It a slaughterhouse
Back in 6th grade
The master sensei
Of rappin this way
Spectacular wit the vernacular
And Steady packin a rap in the back
I was tryna go platinum this way
Enlightening minds in my prime smokin pine writin frightenin sh**
Ima show u how triflin I can get
I ain't hypin it
I ain't lyin..
If I do I'll be fryin quick
From the lightenin rod strikin nice
On my right side
Mightve been
Way before i could get outta sight of it
Knowing god damn well
That's the side
With the hand I was writin wit
My double entendres remind ya
Of how eminem
Had extended his sentences wildly
Compiled of synonyms
& kickin em like karate
Lookin up to Bone Thugs, Em, and Twista
Showin n***as no love u get da picture?
I fixed my wrist to
Get a vicious twist of mischief
Mixed in
With the pen to get ya
b**h my sh** done tipped the Richter
Finna rip and
Flip ya quick no gymnast witcha
Then
I'll get cha b**h and strip her
Dick her quicker
Kick her
sh** n***a
Im da b**h dismisser
GETCHA n***as hit wit missiles
Spit from pistols
Whipped initial-ly
My g's will sneak to get chu
Reekin-from-this-sweet hennessey..
My mentals in hd..
Can u see the visual??
Ugh...........damn
Turn up
Turn up
Wooohh
Wooohh
Wooohh
Wooohh
Bang bang
Hahahha
Slight work
Slight work
Slight work
Sl..slight work
Just a lil warm up
U hear me?
Blackwood
I GOT em
(Breathing patterns till beat fades...)