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no rivals - javelin lyrics

i’m the greatest to ever do this..
let’s go..

[hook]
no rivals, no idols, kyle write like a dynamo..
you might describe it as merely hype but i’m shining though..
no wife & no type, die before i would cry for hoes..
no rivals, no idols, i’m alone on the microphone..
no rivals, no idols, kyle write like a dynamo..
you might describe it as merely hype but i’m shining though..
no wife & no type, die before i would cry for hoes..
no rivals, no idols, i’m alone on the microphone..

[verse 1]
better dreams when i’m ingesting the ketamine, investing h*lla cheddar in deadening my suffering, some of these suckers are unaware of my f*ckery, luckily i got a couple of gs for the luxury
hustling, making a living risking my sanity..
hustling, pushing the limits of my humanity..
hustling, flow with no metronome & no melody..
hustling, peep what i’m preaching ’bout on these elegies..
muscling mother f*ckers who tucker out in the second round when i ground & pound em like hercules, i’m speaking greek, it’s greek to me what they say when i get to leaking this poetry, owe it all to my genes & f*cking pedigree, better me?, i’m just a better version of jet li, reveille playing when i’m displaying my destiny, best agree i am the greatest ever to bless a beat, the mercury for all of you rappers dying of leprosy, respectfully i recognize all of your efforting but that won’t be enough to keep up so puff on the evergreen, daydreams of being a lyricist like you’ve never seen, aching to make all the haters love & embrace me
daily routine, i just crave a deviation, repeated cadence, i need a change & a b*tch to teach me moderation, improvisation, these compositions come off offensive, somber missives.. stopped a minute to calm my senses, call it mischief or “aw, the kid is just talking his sh*t”, i don’t recall any talking back when i was just a misfit, the molotovs & the bombs i drop are like comets hitting, caution if it’s cook you wanna topple i’m god with this sh*t
gone ballistic & chauvinistic, ya’ll oughta listen, i got that confident drawl, the darkest artist in the business, fonzie & solomon, king of comedy*hop with a mission to talk my thoughts even though the cost’ll be ostracism..

[verse 2]
deprived of psyche inside me, empty my cerebellum & tell me, what do you find in my melon?, the design of a psycho felon, i fell & hit every branch on the tree of life when i burst from my momma’s hymen, no telling
how i became a villain from heaven, demons & angels..
triangulate the language, i hit from three different angles..
they talking ’bout i’m fake & you straight believing the fables..
the devil’s son in a manger, dangerous creep in the cradle..
sleep?!, you won’t be able to catch a wink after hearing me, spear a spirit, you hear his lyrics repeated on e.v.p.s, fear the tyranny of the peerless king in this rapping thing, i fascinate with fabulous fastness, ya’ll better back away..
battle rapping like a renegade, i’mma recalibrate the game with talent, i’m chewing you rappers up until i salivate, fool with the legend let you see my cellar mate
elevate until i’m h*lla baked..
sail away & sip the alizé..
meditate til i see heaven gates..
better pray or there’ll be h*ll to pay!..

- javelin lyrics

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