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verbal explosion - cris the kid lyrics

[intro]
drop it
(woo)

[verse 1]
about to set it off with a little bit of that real
that hospital hot meal, my arm strong like neil
beat begins b-mpin’, lyrics begin dumpin’
mostly every f-ckin’ song on my alb-m
be illcap production, oh wait, wait, what ?
sh-t, you already know
i was born to start slice flows, since the doc cut the cord
since the whom managed my away around cables
spit countless freestyles until i was able
to write a song and bring my own flavor
now feelin’ major
because already motivated strangers
with this p-ssion and anger, i keep it ill
i heal with sk!ll
more than vitamins and mothaf-ckin’ pills
a organic meal, i’m like a chef cookin’ veal
executive t-tle, i’m here to steal
i’m tired of these gimmicks
i’m packin’ more raps than white people’s picnics
full loaded how my mouth be spittin’
vampire style, microphones i’m rippin’
switchin’ flows, i’m shiftin’, jordan clutch, y’all pippen
attack with a quickness, makes you hit the floor
insane tsunami flow, crashin’ through yo door
cris the kid is being heard all around the world
makin’ you swirl, until you hurl, or even faint
silence, artist at his work, now watch him paint
sit back, relax, and watch, how i make a change

[verse 2]
second verse f-ck it, i’ll finish this no hook
who closed the book, reopen and i look
a ancient god spoke to me in a dream
p-ssed tools for the cream
how to live without food in my belly
communication down
eight months without a celly
in between, been rappin’ more than deli’s
automatic like semi, i flow deadly
shoot opponents down heavily
so don’t test me
let alone temp me, do you get me ?
if you don’t, than you probably outta luck
similar to your wallet that only has a buck
mine was only tied, now my knot unstuck
increase my funds cookin’ steak well done
all you cook is rare, my fights ain’t even fair
i’m like entering the forest and you saw a bear
join the audience already and find a chair
best beware, verbal explosion unfolding
makes you reconsider the mic you be holding
give up, that’s what you wack cats should do
kicking that amputee flow, i kick like kung fu
here to samurai slice on all the new school
carry a perfect aim, magic like voodoo
yes i carry perfection in my roots
and expose it every time i get in the booth

[verse 3]
is it my fault i was born and bred to rap
ain’t my fault i’ll be the last one on the map
verbal smack on all you fake -ss chumps
act like you rap yet support donald trump
yes kayne, i’m talkin’ about you
you walked with jesus now the devil by you
in today’s world most rappers loose morality
eventually they all fall down, it’s called gravity
living the high life only last for a minute
especially when your core values begin flippin’
mentally begin trippin’, drugs your only vision
strip clubs and money tippin’
while i slowly stack like colombian shipments
a successful raise eventually what i’m gettin’
my destiny is winnin’, allergic to failure
life’s been ugly, so beautiful what i made her
this one’s for the haters, i ended up with the laugh
anderson silvaing rap, make you mma tap
verbal explosion, equals nuclear damage
destroying any mothaf-cka in my path who rappin’
click, clack, like ak, this quick action
and 47 mc’s died from the reaction
unfortunately that’s what happens when my mouth blastin’
it’s manufactured to target fake -ss rappers

[outro]
(laugh)
you fake mothaf-ckas !
(ughh)
sh-t !
all you wanna is get that money huh ?
it’s all good
it’s all good
(ughh)
you just entered my realm
this real hip hop !
sh-t !
we right here y’all
big ups to salvajes
gettin’ this sh-t done
(ughh)
cris the kid
illcap
sh-t !
it ain’t my fault
that i stepped in this game
it ain’t my fault y’all
(woo)
sh-t
flame keeper’s y’all
i’ve been shootin’ bullets left and right
verbal bullets
sh-t !
(paa)

- cris the kid lyrics

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