LYRICAL FITNESS

[G7]

[G7]

Lyrically, call me mystical
cos when I step thru the mist I kill
haters and slaters are purely cynical
and I'm the chosen one, when u sin I kill
mics on mc's who really don’t fit the bill
I'm a shitty loser, so I refuse to lose
a vampire biting thru a weak rhymer
your bitten career will be a one timer
the real ripper, should I really make it clear
ask the real deal holyfield
how it feels to have half an ear
so you can kick the best of you
and like a twig, I'll snap and break the rep on you
don’t have to put my best foot forward
to step on you

[entrytools]

i kick specific lines with perfect timin/
flow like pacific ocean into rivers when i'm rhymin/
can't keep me out of battles and ciphers when i'm hyped up/
i use entrytools that'll leave a bruise at the back of ur head like a sniper/
i teach a single mc a lesson with 10 bars of a lecture/A crew of 100 just get battled with a picture/thats how i saved a thousand words from killin these bastards/
I sip on black label to keep my mind stable/i'm wreck without,a rockwilder,more like a fable character/
Earthlins are weak, i f*** with space hos like mf doom in an unknown planet/and battle at anyone standin in front of the Halley's Comet/
the rap Moses,i cum thru like pierced condoms then split her legs like the Red sea/ur keyboard is the only thing u tap when u netcee/
Entrytools are not for childs play, they're used by Flats dwellers/My scripts commit more crimes than THE VOICE headline makers

[G7]

Me and mic chosen for the spoken word
holding it, flowing freely like a glowing bird
the phoenix of this open world
burn till the ashes then from the dust will I emerge
you'll never get rid of me
forever reincarnated, to be legendary
rise to fall, fall to rise, it’s a neverending story
but rising up to be stronger, yo that’s the greatest glory
so never worry, never give up, never let up
if they stick it you make sure you f***ing get up
with your head up, keep it up high
chin up, chest out, till the day you die!

[N.A 187]

Rappers are pop stars/ thinkin the cypher is a red carpet
we'll go range shooting with canons
and make them the target/ who drops the hard shit
toture u and make u a fiend over night kid
force u to shoot heroin till ur blood boils holes in ur arteries
art is this/ Na187 bitch aint nuttin sweet
catch me taxing every crooked cop for spare change
im the gorvenment/ u kiss the lips piss i on everday
plus niggaz like ya'll use doom for deodarant spray
u were born with  disorderd ur sexuality bro/ ya'll fantacise about f***in animals

"f*** a weapon give me a mic and a blunt"
Native "187" a**asin

[glakto]

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