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isolate - c-scripture lyrics

verse 1: c*scripture

isolate my mind when i’m making a rhyme
you know i run the game dawg, let my ligaments shine
i don’t need no validation, i’m the illest alive
i’m painting pictures of my soul when i spit with divine
little jerry h*ller n*gga when i hustle for mines
never been a street solider, i be calling the shots
they might’ve never heard my name, i’m the ghost of the bars
i isolate the weakest rappers with emotions involved
give a few sick bars, and the tightest of flows
then i take the illest rappers when i’m leading the charge
i isolate your whole squad leave you lyrically robbed
when they ask who i is, i say i roll with divine
the most critically acclaimed m*th*f*cka alive
it’s bass & truth in the booth, i’m the spirit of rap
i elevate your style n*gga, while i’m leaving a mark
you want c*scripture n*gga, i’m the greatest inshallah

hook: c*scripture
i came and i saw, i made them and i conquered
isolate the weak from the strong gave them all love
painted pictures in their hearts, i don’t think they know that
everything they is, i done been, i could blow up
i came and i saw, i made them and i conquered
isolate the weak from the strong gave them all love
painted pictures in their hearts, i don’t think they know that
everything they is, i done been, i could blow up

verse 2: c*scripture
i’m still rebel when i rhyme, still kicking the tight flows
malawi on the map when i’m feeling to hype one
it’s written up in blood, i was gifted to write bars
spit it with my ancestors, k!lling the mics fun
spinning through the worlds, now i’m rocking to buy one
eric b is president with ra in the background
everything is heaven sent now why would i back down?
see the third letter i was written to come back
plotting on course, now your stereo rock mines
i’m blowing through the waves like you’re tripping on landmines
i got y’all r*t*rded now listen regardless
i bought a gift rap that’s a whooping to artists
i decompose your soul if you’re spitting that whack sh*t
the spirit of hip*hop i’m bringing a classic
the nas of my era, terror listen the don mega
see when i rhyme now giving the third letter

verse 3: prev*l
imagine a virus infecting everybody in your hood
state of emergency, people is dying see sh*t ain’t good
you’re the only n*gga that’s not infected at all
trying to save the world everybody is looking at y’all
that’s exactly how i feel when i’m hearing you rap
see you’re a virus, a dog that needs to get shot in heart
i need a quarantine for all of y’all n*ggas rapping like russian records
you idolize the wrong n*ggas, a bunch of pendejos!
how can you think yourself a pack, when you’re isolated?
if the lyrics to your track was dope, i’d have read it!
but you is not even close to being a lyricist
the problem is you being whack, you invite a diss
it’s automated, bass & truth sk!lls auto*graded
i’m calibrated often my flowing prowess underrated
i’m graduated i burn n*ggas, i bring a clinic
my n*gga scripture called my name, and y’all see i did it

- c scripture lyrics

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