Loaded Lux - 50 Bar Freestyle (Vlad TV's k**az Battle League) lyrics

[Freestyle: Loaded Lux] The game going to be the game, you see Ain't nothing going to change But the names on the marquee wall or the master's soul For the ma** of souls remain trapped and owned We so into the show Amidst the ashes rose the new roles of rappers Enrolled into the Rolls Royce for when they rap your role He's just going with the flow I could be your floor exit or your front door checking the vortexes you had enclosed In your data code they had it closed But daddy's home Government want your government on the Nasdaq polls They could care less about that taxi, home But they'll tax you until your chapter folds They quit silver to ration gold, you see Man's will to be free not as he had supposed In the city of liberty where the statue's posed This is only for the strong You make your songs my n***a, you leave these battles alone Bums can't talk charismatic clothes And Paris Vogue fashion shows And you ain't step out on nothing but a patio, glad you know an*lyze me handle mines Whatever your bandwidth span of attention can't grip Man, just, I don't know, scan rewind the samurai You see I take a great honor when bombing I'm just disarming The kinks in the armour is camouflaged I can pan these cameras to find you Just got to expand your mind How honest is a man behind comments unstandardized When living life is like making plans to die Because if you're liked then it'll be romanticized and amplified Because when no more's left to be buried Well, legendary is just something you got to let fans define So listen, I kick it for you if you buy tickets to stand in line You given that right than to feel like when lightning Laying lines on the landline When I'm writing with that hand of time to get to striking The hour in which I devour random rhymes This what you n***as pay me for I decipher the grand design I separate real from fantasized For you n***as who can't decide Is there Allah in his eyes? Is that God in the vibe? I'm that nice, you going to want a spar then a spa I get charged off of tap water, beat a rap off ya' I eat in that order, I'm just bringing the weak back stronger This is less grapple With more punches of force lunged through your neck apple Your best battle be just cattle All Calicoe showed you n***as is you might not get up from the next tackle Threats rattle when the hook's strong Mom's on a good lawn at Woodlawn I told my trainer go find somebody to whoop on You can't turn the page on what I took home How you n***as going to go word for word with me on some sh** I wrote the book on? These wise writings My advice is mind vices give you line crisis When I'm mic'ing, who can rhyme like it? Know n***a a cold k**er and get vibes like it That cake will keep you n***as on side icing You'll die fighting for cyphering in the wrong crowd They'll plummet need tough stomachs and strong bowels Was more love than a dog growl That n***a could've used three or four vowels Ain't no leveling with a war veteran Tell that boy Iron I'm the one he still don't want to meddle with And tell that n***a Hollow come get his medicine