Gabriel Townsell - VII lyrics

Phantom of the strip, one-six street Godzilla God's illest bar spitter, one-punch jaw splitter Every time I spit a line, it rearrange your spine Chiropractics on the track, attention! fall in line Call em up, knock em off, clean em up, nevermind Columbine lines are cliche, so skip it like a leap day, convenient, what I got in store is what you need, Speedway. Pitch switch, speed change, you asking for a replay Freeway Ricky penitentiary bars These ain't no cinnamon sentiments, give em sentences hard I came to give the game a facelift, spray clips, make a couple dollars imma waste, and Play this, beat grab the beat from your heart If the beat can't, then he can, and he's taking off This music will be your lifeline as I write mine, and No one in they right mind won't invite mine in So these are my thoughts The pen to the paper the leak of my heart The ink of my veins, the yield of my brain, I'm writing my name on the flesh of this game So if we haven't met, here's a jab to a tracheal Or a handshake... Yeah, a shake would do Nice to meet you, dog, my name's Gabriel