Mixla Production™ - Rap is still alive lyrics

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Mixla Production™ - Rap is still alive lyrics

[Chorus] Rap is still alive, dammit. (x8) [Verse 1: DynasT] Watcha doing looking like that You spilled blood and gore, on the mat Lyrical attack of a gat, with a pat, on the back, put ya in a rucksack or a backpack for rugrats Wake up, the DynasT's ringing, at your door Open up, or the door'll hit the floor before you hit the floor Running Head first through the window, today you ain't Winslow You might lose fast, folklore or fact I'm at your back like a rabid cat Blast your brains out, free bars like a handout, seeking your hideout, Mickey Mouse Trash beat at the backseat, still incredible feat You scared Mickey? Destroying symbols of complacency It's the destiny of the dynasty, like me, imma Spike lee What a tragedy, uh Damage in my brain, am I insane? Ain't no game, no trip to fame, no blame Smoke you like a chain Going out small game hunting, out the parking lot stunting, rage against the f**ing machine Acid flow, bag of blow, take-down on the down low, go [Chorus] Run away, imma find you , imma b**hslap, imma dick slap, imma pimpslap, imma puncture, you You mad bruh? My bad bruh. Look at me, I'm sad bruh. You still ain't motherf**ing dead bruh Keep you alive, pull out your eyes, observe your demise, let the limelight hypnotize Imma try your b**h on for size, imma use your face as a disguise I'm on the rise, you're full of lies, imma cut all ties This ain't no Thriller, but deranged k**er, fortune teller, King's best-seller Mister Mayor, the key to the city. Imma shove it up his a**, fill him up with gas, leave him like the enemies of Nas, six feet under some sh**ty gra** He's smoked, so we smoke Supreme leader Snoke It's better when you under, cause you know you ain't HOVA Ain't got no punch, like a flat soda [Chorus] So s** a dick and die boy, you ain't black boy, black boy fly boy, imma beasting off the riesling and you a f**ing chewtoy, bad and evil like Malfoy So you better go boy, go boy, before I get serious, no joy, no joy, no joy, no joy So abide to my rule, as i bide my time Thinking up rhymes and writing down these lines Waiting for real rap to come back to the mainstream Redemption like a holy laser-beam 'Cause rap is still alive, dammit [Chorus]