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history - holliday (tx) lyrics

walk on this beat like im bout to make history
i’m galactics, the cosmic entity, to the industry
plate filled with emcees, i wipe it clean
wash with listerine, so when i get the mic
its cleaner anderson paak’s t**th
i hemorrhage ichor, he phae stus when i heat up a verse
i fling bits of magma on a track like a kid with dirt
aftermath is me leaving a pit of lava in the earth
equal to that of a meteor making contact with the planet’s surface
leave beats lacerated, grievous injuries donated
i scream these lines out like a banshee getting decapitated
like serrated nunchucks, i’m deadly on both ends
with the lyrics that i’ve written, and the flow that i’m spittin out
i spray as much heat out as a hydra with all its heads out
big mouth, bigger ego, even bigger sk!ll amount
i swear my flow demands paparazzi
when my lines start to land its kamikaze
no grazing my target , only dead on, head off, shots
never aging my bars will never decompose, never rot
when my lyrics hit, it will cut more than family guy episodes
let it explode, pull the pin on this rhythm envelope
its like my tongue is hawkeye gough when i spit these bars out
hit the ground, guaranteed knockdown, no matter the poise
when i rhyme i light a fuse in my mouth, watch out for the shrapnel
scratch past anybody in the path of my active rap
converge verses outcome voltron, no stop
you spurn? my soul mushrooms past yall
a burning blaze mixed in with it
flames like hades, lava rabies what im spittin
this my battle flow, i am wild animal
a predator with sharpened t**th, rows of spikes and a toxic sting
a motive to destroy with spread out wings
that happens to dabble in rapping better than most pros do so low blow
to your jaw and your cranium
if your unsure about your flaws, let me explain em, see
you don’t have the wit of me, the lyrics or dexterity
my spirit meant for this, this ain’t no prejudice thinking
ain’t no rickety gears in my system, like come on listen
…… that’s what i thought, lodge a lob of bars
like a molotov, hot when i drop it off
this isn’t serendipity, just peak white guy rap trash
i treat this as fencing, enemy defenses like obsidian they brittle
touch them and they shatter like a knocked over vase
lace the place with trench’s, fill them with dynamite hooked to switch’s
flip it when i spit it, that’s my how i write my lyrics
bounce on the beat like a basketball does to a court juke shoot three pointer swoosh
pounce and pound a potential competitor put him on the ground like a piñata wooo
my flow a lytic infection invade any instrumental and make it go boom
my style a walking terror, send incompatible rappers to their doom
i walk on this beat like i’m bout to make history
if you don’t rap with some d*mn passion you sick to me
package delivery packing raps ripe green
your raps lavender oil, i apply then sleep
reap what you sow i already know
every headline will talking about the next rap goat
they will all read “the up and coming legend
taking the ray of spotlight away presenting the one and only holliday”

- holliday tx lyrics

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