a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

time 2 flow freestyle - l jinny lyrics

[verse]
i forgot how sleep feels like
insomnia, a machine with a beast inside
i told my pen of art to speak in wise freedom
i’m chained up with the keys inside
staring at the paper with demon eyes
roll up and watch the leaves ignite
till i reach the state of peace in mind
i learn not to breathe in life, this weed is healing my stress
i won’t stop feeling my death till i lose my soul
destiny, i didn’t choose my role but i’ve mastered it
i’m a highest lyrical arson in
section 23, but i p-ss the spliff
i charge the stick, light up half of cl!ck
apart from the emcees that are [?] thick
they can’t admit they find it hard to spit
no g’s here, g’s use your craft wit’ your ignorance
i sit back and laugh at it
i spit freely, the lyrics are visual
lyricist jinn on top of the pinnacle
lyrical animal, k!llin’ ’em, hannibal
hit ’em with cannibal, fatigue damager
mad at ’em amateur braggin’ with arrogance
hand to the back of ’em
stabbin’ ’em, jabbin’ ’em, mangols rattlin’, savage g battlin’
mannequins packaging paraphern’, n0body panicking
half it gets happen and fighting for cause and n0body’s backin’ it but we still managing
now tell me this average
well i ain’t your average rapper but son of a glamour
nah, back in a manner with bangers of flag or a banner with valour
and tackles them band with back of the hammer been dagger-ed
who stamina is better?
yo, in case you forgotten the old saying of truth, “an eye for an eye, and a tooth for tooth”
you faint-hearted rappers need to stay out the booth
quit stuntin’ like you fighting for truth
you only put up a fight to amuse
give a f-ck about your supporters that you might’ve seduced
now let me bring forward the light and the proof, ignite and let loose
i’m tired of findin’ these clues
everyone’s ridin’ with the climate of view, shine on the news
i’m a lion in disguise, you’re just blinded by lies, cryin’ of time
i’m in my prime, i ain’t hidin’, i’m ridin’ with troops
hold the mic like a nine, i’m fillin’ that rifle with lines from my tunes
this is the life that i choose
i don’t cry through my life in youtube
put a price on my tunes
when i die, i’ll survive through the rhymes that i write
on papyrus at night while i’m striving through crime, i’m confused
’cause i let the streets get the best of me
stuck in the trench, behind the hemp i was mentally imprisoned
slept and had a dream, told me everyone’s a ent-ty
or just meant to see the vision
don’t temper me, i’ll send a fleet of villains
to end your scene i lead a deadly team, you petty sheep is driven
you envy me, it sickens
you’re not in what we fightin’ for the right cause
a strifeful like, despising life, preaching for truth, hoping to open right doors
reaching the booth, hit ’em with lyrics on the mic roar
i slice thoughts with iron claws like lion paws, numeric art
4-fives and nines draw, same old cycle of mockery
soon they’ll wanna stay in my colony
wait for the buzz, that’s when they gonna wanna honour me
honour me for the dollar, then they robbin’ me
f-ck that, i’d rather keep my pride, so follow me
take to the streets and ride
never retreat or hide, just play a beat in vibes, brudder
just play a beat in vibes
so tell me, what you know ’bout the council estates in living up for hope that you bound to escape?
what you know ’bout the cats, the hounds and the snakes? it’s a jungle
brudders bite necks for the pounds and the fame but i’m humble
i don’t f-ck around with the jakes, let’s rumble
can’t you hear the sound through my pain?
what you know ’bout tryna flip brown for wage, but endin’ up smoking through ounces of grade? life a tumble
i don’t want that hourly rate, slaving hours for pay
better bun school, i got to get a files in a day
what you know ’bout the streets, b?
what you know ’bout peddlin’ the bushes though your feet bleed?
what you know ’bout the feds taking all the bushes of the weed trees?
what you know ’bout knowing what’s good?
what you know ’bout likkle brudder growin’ in the hood, and following your footsteps, hollow tips?
and ever since amro died, the cheryl’s had my hood vexed
i wasn’t cuttin’ up kids for no hood rep, i’m hungry
pose ard, get your crooks wet with the pump, b
but enough talking ’bout guns ’cause i only put the work for the funds, g
broad daylight runnin’ from the undies
i’m runnin’ with somethin’ will the punctured your lungs deezy
too much rappers stuntin’ like they young jeezy
gotta earn the respect, brudder, f-ck freebies
i linked up with link up tv
now they links up, get in touch with me, please
salute, really and truly
it should’ve been behind barz
they got my dad, pop’s caged up behind bars
that’s why we put the work in till we die hard
not bruce willis, i spit the tunes illest
that’s why we move wicked and slew snitches with rude lyrics
stand up, salute

- l jinny lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular