Vin Skully - Surival Tactics Feat. Superi0r lyrics

[Verse 1: Jay Remi] I melt wacks like a candle, too hot they can't handle Leave your cranium dismantled, tear open your five panel You ain't on my channel, so, change the frequency Frequently cats claim, they're wear fly flannel They fly as planes crashing', I'd say it's low fashion Balling like Lebron,son, you see the Action? There ain't ever no distractions, you know I'm gold at rappin' I don't need no gold to happen, I flow like boat captains With the catchiest hooks, leaving rap genius shook Counting up some bars with some math genius books Lyrical heat hotter than the corner's degrees Tell the coroner that these, tracks seeming cooked But they still grilling me, I don't even feel the heat C'mon really,G ?, You ain't feeling me? The kid with the realest speech, I crawled out of hip-hop's gap And now I'm sealing seams, y'all are pretty weak While I raise the bar pa**ing any limitations But these kids be hating, I'm still getting payments So pay me respect and check my innovations Irritated imitations hate my intimidation Just like a school bully giving kids full noogies See these fools ain't truly artists, c'mon looky Ball with advance money they'll never pay back it's funny 'bout as funny as ugly, honeys who think they're lovely You're indebted give credit, kid To the ones who write hits, until the mic splits And at night sits, until the sunrise fits, the image envisioned The written is a given gift, I really hope you feelin' it So I can make a mill, sign a deal, know how having money feel Now I'm broke just keep it real, no gold chains, my flow ain't Just meant to get me more bling, nah I ain't want no ring, tone rap No ringtone rap [Verse 2: Superi0r] Let the words flow rhymes will split your cranium, unleash the DV-8 Yeah there ain't no restraining 'em, coming with the flow To surely sweep you off your feet, I could say some deep sh** To shatter your beliefs, get out the suburbs Now we vibing in the streets, It's a deadly game People's goals will just compete, my thoughts are deadly Poison in my brain cells, the world's so dark Sad, fat, pain, hell, I excel let the sick spit Smash some G's who hiss-fit, blast the beats [?] I'm writing with a wrist flick And usually my lyrics have some more depth, but right now I'm making words hurt Like my throat strep yeah,you better watch your two-step Do like Wutang said and protect ya' neck Unh Superior on the flow, I'm just letting you know