Syndrome - The Art of Rapping lyrics

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Syndrome - The Art of Rapping lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Turn the beat up Let's do this Yeah Yeah yeah [Verse 1] They called CK a snake, I'm over that They wanna take me, I got my baseball bat They see the gat that I pack, cover that with my baseball cap No chink in my armour Shun, I don't mess with that What's all this with Year 11 revision Honestly, I'm not lying, so listen You think I'ma rap with a wack flow like that? I learnt from the best, so you can scratch that CK's here, and he ain't sad with it If Stella's there, then Jasper's bad with it If you shoot the gun, you're gonna mad miss it When you hear CK's bars, you can never rad diss it [Hook] Ra ra, yeah, just like I lack cla** Ra ra, yeah, just like the new Nas I go in hard, come in top of the charts Call me Da Vinci, I make rapping an art (x2) [Verse 2] See man in the ends, yeah, man ain't playing Come at you with these bars, G, start praying Full force when I come through, call me Bocchi When you face me, prepare to get socked see What I do, it ain't no hobby, it's an art What I do, it's all professional, there's no drafts You'll be driven like I ran you over So toxic you'd think I was a MOBA Close, far, North, South, East, West It's not disputed, I'm obviously the best Transformers up in here, yeah, fallen like a crest Warrior is what I am, my one chance to impress [Hook] Ra ra, yeah, just like I lack cla** Ra ra, yeah, just like the new Nas I go in hard, come in top of the charts Call me Da Vinci, I make rapping an art (x2) [Verse 3] My rap name's official, it ain't Caleks Being real with you, I'm done with that white boy, Alex That Agricola looking nerd thinks I'ma give up this set? Boy, you're thinking too wrong, I think it's time to see the vet You mutt, you s**, you runt, you need to get a life Watch it when you get cuts all over just from this knife A persecutor, prosecutor, slaughtering's what I do You think you'll squash the beef, man, you can't handle the truth They call me the Kobe of rap The slaughterer's back Ain't no stepping to me, son, when I'm done with this crap Call it a panic attack Get these kids to evac They can't handle all this when I pump it right to the max [Hook] Ra ra, yeah, just like I lack cla** Ra ra, yeah, just like the new Nas I go in hard, come in top of the charts Call me Da Vinci, I make rapping an art (x2)