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truthful rigamortis (freestyle) - d2g lyrics

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no talkin’…..

verse 1:

i’m fire breathin’ with dragons, that scramble eggs in ya basket/

what some describe as a b-st-rd, with symptoms cl-ssed as a hazard/

my lyrics crafted as dastard, i’m aiming towards a cl-ssic/

now rumor & legend has it, my mental’s sp-cey as nasa/

they say my aggression’s p-ssive, to which i’m constantly laughin’/

specifically with this rap sh-t, cause other n-ggas is tragically/

trash with all of the wackness, but watch as i’m making magic/

and practically droppin’ actuals, companied by the factuals/

mental mission? subtractin’ you, missionary, contractual/

hitman on the vernacular, att-tude placed as radical/

method somewhat spectacular, vocals crushin’ ya clavicle/

cave ya chest in for real if i’m forced to do what i have to do/

hip hop being my home, you’re a tourist, you’re just p-ssing thru/

thrashing ya favorite rapper, that’s only part of my chapter

lyrically grinding ya bones into ashes, leave nothing after/

disasterous how i mastered, these quotes as sticky as plaster/

you flash with words? well i’m faster, demonic summons to pastors/

simply outlasting the rest of them, spart and train with the best of them/

you guessing a-e with the lyrics, scantrons? i’m testing them/

wizardry draining sins out your body, as you’re confessing them/

power of life and deaths’ in the tongue, and i’m spittin’ blessings/

invading craniums hexed from adults to the adolescence/

subtracting thoughts of stupidity, hoping to add-a-lesson/

t-tanium build i drape in, protected from any weapons/

from canons to smtih and wessons, the answer to all your questions/

i manifest as the day goes, sprinting towards the pesos/

hoping to double payroll with no stoppin’ til’ i say so

before you make it fuego, i highly suggest you lay low/

compet-tion? well…they know, just how the rest of this day goes/

either follow the way of 2g, or end up with halo’s/

i’m a dose of everclear, and you n-ggas as sweet as faygo/

i mold you into perfection, like god conceived me in play-doh/

you racing me for the throne? well you must’ve been snorting ya-yo/

i’m everything that you lackin’, i swear you hustling backwards/

i’m ninja like with my tactics, don’t ask for your favorite rapper…..

he dead!! (uh huh)

amen!! (i k!lled em’)

he dead!! (ok)

amen!! (a-men)

…..

pre-verse:

i be the truth….

yea…

said i’m the truth….every time i step in the booth…

i speak the truth…y’all know what i’m bringin’ to you…

it’s the truth…m-th-f-ckas know who i be…

i be the truth…what i spit shall set you free..

verse 2:

yo, ain’t n0body f-ckin’ with me on this mic so far/

want the truth…there it is…it just took 2 bars/

now the rest that’s gonna follow, is a blatant reminder/

these n-ggas y’all listenin’ to? blatant v-g-n-/

now that sounds pretty basic, but i’m partially inclined/

to pull some of b-tches files out of romney’s binder/

and i ain’t one particular to blow up spots/

but some of you n-ggas should thank me as to why y’all hot/

it’s either i ain’t been discovered to expose y’all wack/

or i done catapult’d you n-ggas as to where y’all at/

pardon me, but part of me just might be feeling myself/

another part of me is sayin’ no one’s as ill as myself/

trill talk, call it braggin’ , but let’s say what it is…/

ain’t no recess on my bars, i don’t play with you kids/

it’s more like…john wilkes booth d.c. snipe type/

prime mic tys’ on fight night, i’m quite nice/

on the bread hunt, you reach for my bimbo slice?/

f-ck around and catch a kimbo slice/

thinkin’ 2g’s a simp on life/

lace these missy’s up tight, so i can stomp you with these timbo’s, right?/

told these cowards on “spiteful” not to play with a vet/

test ya luck, young buck, you’ll get slayed with the rest/

mangle n-ggas til’ ya face is a mess/

leave ya lips on ya pecs, now n-ggas can really “say it with ya chest”/
vexed with the thought of ever holdin’ my tongue/

as opposite as snoop opposin’ weed smoke from his lungs/

any urge to stop me?….you should fight that sh-t/

i’m too fire..you don’t wanna go ignite that sh-t/

should you choose to refuse this warning, i’ll pull a edward norton

make you face the curb and have you bite that sh-t/

then send the footage to worldstar, paste it as a facebook status

and have my peoples “like” that sh-t/

see the things that i come up with/……

and this is somethin’ that ya peoples honestly swearing that you can f-ck with…/

g-ssin’ up ya raps like it’s tough spit/

hypeman’s p-rnhub…he “quacks like a duck” when he suck d-ck/

i call it how i see it, ain’t no “force him to stop”/

it gets worse…that “blocka freestyle” was a warning shot/

feel offended yet? good, b-tch! i want you to pop/

i’m giving all you n-ggas h-ll whether you want it or not………………

m-th-f-cka!!!!!

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