T.R@bb - Another Rapper Dead lyrics

[Hook]x10 I read the daily news Another rapper dead [Verse 1: T.R@bb] My n***a was that you Disrespecting the huddle with written verses Breaking the cypher circle [?] from many hearses Like I don't, write in coroner's cursive n***a So off top I'm nearly perfect My brain waves are tidal Make a pirate ship nervous Electric [?] So you know I'm surging through it No [?] can do it Leave a vocal booth in ruins Put you through a cuban link chain noose And you'll hang like Cooper In the North, with some shooters Arching the Ruger Bullet shells land on the cement By our cemetery Swinging [?] like Cuba You should've stayed in the car Got that work, bar for bar Breathe easy n***a [Hook] [Verse 2: Thelonius Gawd] All these rapper's got is f**ing money on they minds Well I'll put bread on they heads, another rapper dead North town danger zone, we don't talk to fuzz Ask about me, all a n***a got is clout Street cred, lyrical Intellectual thug, spawning miracles Mirrors that resemble the creators, I ain't spiritual In fact, I'm rolling up dope on paper that's biblical Just to get closer to the fragrance of his pinnacles Causing, ma** disaster I thought slavery was over Rappers getting signed to labels now and refer to master f** it, I graduated from the block and got my master's Creating master plans on you f**ing ba*tards By any means [Hook] [Beat Change] [Verse 3: T.R@bb] Waves under my crown Everything is profound These lines over head like the halos on angels in Heaven Flow tight like the lies from a reverend With enough hustle to move a white mound A black panther with a mic in the crowd Going ham like my moms in the crowd These wings on my feet would make Hermes smile North n***as slapping that Payback, sold out I feel like Zeus' lightning bolt, amping the sound I switch my flow I'm lapping them now I master pitch, I should rap on the mound A's fitted, hit switch Homerun, I toss back Let that stick fly I don't play quidditch Aww sh**, it's Rabb Guinness The world record holdin' Still blue coupe rollin' I try so hard not to be selfish Now I'm shooting if I'm open You can't deny it when you chosen So motion, I praise the dope And see that I'm potent I'm floating cause even overseas they know it Show love to the states, just filled with roses I'm the coldest [Bridge] How else could I say it? How else could I say it? How else could I say it? I'm dead to the head (I'm dead to the head) How else could I say it? (I'm dead to the head) How else could I say it? (I'm dead to the head) How else could I say it? (I'm dead to the head) I'm dead to the head [Outro]x3 [?] said pour lean in the pitch Have a photoshoot, lames trying lean in the pic Bro said to make a hit, you gotta lean with the pitch [?] in solitary, I can't even come visit