Wiser Observer - Choked (Freestyle) lyrics

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Wiser Observer - Choked (Freestyle) lyrics

[Produced by Buckwild] [Verse 1: Wiser Observer] You lack the minerals and vitamins, iron and niacin I chew and spit out gum rappers, no denying it Even raw rappers Spit heat I make beef and then devour it Super shock rappers leave them powerless Diss tracks gone unanswered that is cowardice I used to look up to these rappers now they tower-less Tell you what the problem is Contract deals and their fans on their heels got them too scared to battle it Man you know who you are If you don't take action then you're going to take the loss Go one hundred percent, here's a dollar for your thoughts Hope my calcium flow penetrate your pretty bars Man I'm swinging pretty hard Cause the rap game's been bullying me for really long The game is not a jungle. It's aftermath of a war now we all plagued by a hunger So I will server them all stone cold stunners, cause [Hook] Their time's limited, hard rocks too [Verse 2: Wiser Observer] I'm hungry and I'm furious These rappers always spinning, man they have me all delirious These rappers that I'm eating, man are bad for my health These rappers' midget flows can't reach nobody, man they need a little help So I pick them up Then pick apart The parts I like the best And I eat them all Their bony bars My stomach's where they rest Rest in pieces "R.I.P." is what is written on their chest Rest is feces mixed with MCs I'm still hungry who is next? Beast! Wiser ready to feast Flow so clean pick these rappers out of my teeth Kiss of d**h for these rappers but the trigger's what I squeeze Gun metaphor yes I rap about the piece It's not complex Conquest Crown wearing cats k** them all Pay attention, bill them all Got control, no K. Lamar Can't rest until these rappers living in the past tense I'm on fire, bra Gun for hire, bra Rappers married to the game I'll turn them into widowers Run away, run away here more ether comes k** them all, I am orphaning the little ones Me and rap just click like the San Your favourite rapper's plan to be the man I will ban I will brand "Wiser Observer" right into his forehead Make him understand that this beef I'm controlling Flow so hot I know that you're a fan Mouth piece about to blast, raise your hands And yes I'm from the suburbs, but I don't give an Avis damn [Hook] Their time's limited, hard rocks too