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Empty - EMpTy - Lyrical Tricks lyrics

[Intro: Mayham] Introductions? Man, do people even listen to these? Why can't we just skip these, and just get to the f**ing song? f** it, I'm talking to my self, man Feels like... Kinda feels like... This world's just... Empty [Verse 1: MT] Haha MT, yeah it's me, the greatest of all great, just call me king King kong, an overgrown beast, feast your eyes on the monster Who drops the, illest rhymes you heard, it's all a blur I'm the alien of the school, the one no one understood You'd be surprised of all my all-nighters On top of that, I'm a fighter, like mike Tyson, I'm tight son, on this mic Take a bite out of this rap game, fight me No? then bite me You tryna shine but your dynamite ain't light-ing High things? You tryna get high and fly but you ain't got no wings When it comes to dark poems, heart filling true words Fam, I go beast mode and start growing blue fur Forget the dark rumours you've heard They ain't true, I ain't who, they say I am, and if they say it's true I ain't telling you Remember karma sees, seize the drama please My bars extreme, you keep dreaming My heart's freezing cold Stay far from me, I'm a dark machine But when it comes to God, I stand in a ray of light People say I'm white, and say it like Mayham might And say it's not a pleasant sight to see So you want a fight with me? Ain't that nice to see He says my rhymes ain't flavourless And y'all yapping limitless [Verse 2: Mayham] I'm ridiculous at both rap and wickedness Sticking it, cause it's mostly hate I give, homie, my forty hour stimulus I've been through my hot hell, no way I'm not well I smell pot, and I'm still hot if my rap does not sell! Cause I'm someone you can't bare, and I trap like a damn snare These mans stare but never steppin' up cause they stand scared I should've ran mayor, but that chance rare Cause they dared me to make a f**ing track where I can't swear! (haha) But my flow's tighter than a p**y You deciding to push me Is like suicide, deadly Your style is too weak I'm a tiger who eats 5 bison, two sheep So you see how I do this loosely Homie, how can I not do me You having a brain fart while my mind is racing Like I finished 5 races with my laces untied, crazy Cause in this track, gotta be mean, but I gotta be clean So thinking I'll back down, homie, you must be outta your weed!