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the da vinci flow - jayvin lyrics

impending doom unfurl the earth’ll end real soon
my journal whirled like the world, it’s the second moon
cos it’s full
of dope soulful old rap cords
ten and two. rammed forward. drove the whole track forth
gas poured on the floor to get the roof scratched more
pull levers to execute henchmens with trap doors

run a rat-course for the scientists and get cheese
what you rap for? for your rhymes inflict no envy
testing, testing. the iron fisted emcee
a giant kid that’s 10 feet
with flying kicks like jet li

unleashed the fists of legend
my arms the twin warriors
watchin karate flicks to copy the chops and hits

cause the apocalypse with every single flow he spat
i x men i shot off the list because i wrote to blast
you ain’t a effing g unless the fleece of gold’s attached
don’t need to swing cos of m16s with shoulder straps

wait let’s stop. lets pause and get a sec to breathe
jayvin raw. the raw is in parentheses

dope tyrant
flow’s nicer with cold rhymin
i throw tridents that flies through skies like bolt lightnin
bl–dy but dont mind it
buddies with joe biden
study mike tyson and fight like him.. no bitin
toe to toe fightin. a quotable giant
i’ve been dipped in some molten gold
the tip of the totem pole. t-tan
frozen over though. winter
simmer but shiverin, yo he
oh so cold. frighten
overdose til he comatose, thats how dope he go
and hes totally broke like hoes with no hymens

no, he dont like em. he doesnt like his trash used
everything i own is brand new with no stab wounds

when he blast fools, emcees find he squeeze nines
when i battle i end careers and you resign
comin from the city of tacoma in the east side
make a gun with my hand and call my fingers a peace sign

my ignorance always is deliberate
cos y’all ain’t never gettin it
the knowledge when im spittin it
the dialect is written on british parliament, calligraphic
reminiscent of eminem when he started cos i’m infinite!

load it and hold it and pull it
the pistol. the pibull on the pulpit. no bull, shhh
split whole oceans like moses. is his flow sick?
you know it
the golden fleece could beat your whole clique
the poet teach you rappers a lesson
so sit
cl-ss is in session
i’m gon give rappers detention
the coldest

the code is what i follow
the lotus. the load is what you swallow

hollow tips in the clip, click pow and drop em
whip out my big bomb that ticks now and clock em
quit talkin

- jayvin lyrics

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