Peach - Lyrical Wizardry lyrics

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Peach - Lyrical Wizardry lyrics

[Into] Yo You know what it is It's Boy-D Peach! [Verse 1: Boy-D] I got the answers, why these rappers keep raising their hand You would think I put on weight the way I'm raising the brand I stand out like a concession, nothing phasing this man As I'm, steady hitting on the green like I'm playing With four homies about that chron like the news station Come and take your tokes and float, the boat smooth sailing You know the flow stays immaculate, accurate, elaborate Boy-D solves the problem like calculus Lyrical wizardry, so sick with the similes Heads up, I drop sweet sh** like a lemon tree A young dog, stays fetching for green Peaking the scene The scheme got dirty but the style stayed clean Hear me out for a sec, I'll leave you breathless I stay reckless Jumping squares like checkers They don't wanna see me prosper, it's all hate in disguise Lay low, puff haze till I'm high in the skies [Hook] [Verse 2: Peach] I got this little funky feeling rising inside of my gut I got a little f** to give when there's abundance of this love Some of you people think we temporary spitters But I'm getting on your nerves like a neurotransmitter Consider another application I'm with the constellations I'm on a mission from God like it's my obligation I got a homie with million dollar deals I'm feeling redundant because I'm always hiding how I feel No more Where I'll be sheltered from this universe, penniless With a dream for rhyming on this earth So absurd for you to speak, because on this mic you ain't unique Take some critique from the k**ers, that's me and Boy-D It's my turn, I'm stepping out of the shadows It's been too long since I've shown you how this kid can battle In fact, you cannot handle or fathom how I can scramble You need to take some lessons like you playing the piano [Hook] [Verse 3: Boy-D] Peach and I came banging on the door, you better let us Raps rooks, but these sweet styles like veterans Unblemished flows with no pose and it's evident How these rappers is sick, they're tasting their own medicine Since the game got dry, we came to be the cactuses But y'all can't touch this plant, you'll get scratches kids Busy raising all these bars we got calluses Sit back, I'll sink in, like tempurpedic mattresses Articulating the unthinkable, unpredictable Purchase thick gra** and kick back with a six pack Then we break down like an American vehicle My thesis is feasible, matching is unreachable Boy-D is dominant, bar for bar unbeatable I understand all these rap jokers, yeah you know I'm on it I came to set sh** straight like an orthodontist And keep attacking the game until I'm back in their brain It's Boy-D