Narubi Selah - Spittin in da WhIp (freestyle) lyrics

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Narubi Selah - Spittin in da WhIp (freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1] We keep it razor, double shot without the chaser My soliloquies is high frequencies so raise the fader Run tell your neighbour neighbour hip-hops resuscitator I'm freshly caught food for thought, bought, so tip the waiter The gladiator, nah bingy in a sick shoe, I'm laid back with them Olmec 6'2 We camouflage black, make back 6-2 Then we levitate weight, list for birds eye view Fool, I didn't sign up for the show n' tells I do this thing here for Oscar grant and Shawn bell I rep' well for those who hell before the shells fell The melanated concentrated up in prison cells, and well Now that we're finished with the introductions and everyone here is clear on following instructions Put your hands up high until they vertical and rock out as I sow it up surgical [Verse 2] Emphatically, I'm lyrically great, weight, lady earthquake, wake anyone is sleeping here And I don't think you get the gist of what you facing here Cause I ain't got that kind of time to just be wasting here So we can get it on now while the space is clear And your little groupie love it won't save you I'll transcend to a wind and blow holes through your skin, first kin, best friend any jurisdiction My addiction is to cause you verbal affliction, mic restriction, eviction to say the least What I release will put your thesis in a pine box and most rappers say ice `cause they're not hot And I can give a hot dam how many shows you rocked, bottom line, I'm the truth love and you're not You porch monkeys couldn't see me in your blind spot, cause I'm aligned with the kind to make your neurines Mathematically, I be trigonometry and that's 3 times doper than your average MC So, you ain't seeing me third eye lyrically Like, empirically I'm numerically mature A brown skin thats more than melanted to the core and I ain't come alone with a pack of herbivores We nappy and we ready keep that pine [?] steady like [?] Serengeti we can get it on And I ain't even done son I'm just getting on But I've been living math since the day that I was born An elevated height like I get the right light Eleven hundred Fahrenheit and you ain't even warm This is my dorm son and you've been forewarned Cause I'm keep it ripping till the track's been torn Like a chick's been scorned, I move like a pawn, get to your end of the board and guaranteed to switch form Pardon `self if my tongue is just a bit to handle, I only speak in geometric form and sharp angles I run with nappy headed scientists and silk mantles 45 on that square and beat and leather bangles Tell the dresser freshly pedicured and [?] sandals Gorillas on that front line in case you want to tango Angels with them lightsabers turn your beef to [?] [?] sister logic use it as a sample First born I shape shift to human form You see me hotter enough tracksuit watch me transform My third eye projectile just like a unicorn I sodomize every bar just like I'm uniform So be informed, I hate to leave you disappointed I keep the mean balance beams the flow is double jointed