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catch me if u can - lb productions lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yo, uh*huh, deez, yo, it’s like, yo, yo, yo

[mark deez]
i took a break from working on my album
to rip this track up, you know that’s the outcome
i’m from the south, cuz, don’t you doubt us
a swift fist, make your mouth hush, now run
away, today, we display ill lyricism to k!ll the rhythm
i’m penning my vision, sicker intentions
i’m a dark knight like christian bale
you p*ssed as h*ll, you a b*tch, you frail, you sipped an l
you tripped and failed, you chipped a nail
you don’t listen well, maybe you should
blazing the wood, roll with layzie through the craziest hood
to meet up with the squad, cuz the wilkshake
brings all the hoes to the yard
you don’t chill with us, if you act h0m*
we don’t rep, we smack rappers that lack promo
we stack dolos, puff a sack, with kas solo
where you at, bro, yo
power the track mojo, thеy can’t showboat
if they act h0m*, for sure, bro, on the mic
wе kick high flavors, be nice, like your white neighbor
i’ll be your lifesaver, and put my pipe to your wife later
you’s a trife hater, and we ain’t having it like abstinence
with a sack and a fifth, i’m back in the mix like djs
formerly on hiatus, you can try and hate us
but you, you will love us
try to imitate us, and become us
and dumb sl*ts want autographs, and auto cash
and auto collab for a piece of that auto ass
i am not your class, i’m three levels below it
and we devils the street, rebels and poets
so we kick a classic for you to render
burn like hot embers and cinders
cold as december, in midwinter, and put some frank trigg in ya’
and have you tapping out, have you stepped to the mic to see what rap’s about
and like the dude on fox news, you’re passing out
[kas solo]
what? passing out? kid, they’re just acting now
a lot of rappers get their ass kicked for asking how
the f*ck i do it, then they fake like they active now
they ain’t great, they take d*ck in their ass and mouth
take these f*ggots down the stage, it’s my battleground
the page is my slave, and my name is a savage growl
hungry and hunted, ready to take the rabbit down
and standing over the hole, bucking at the batted ground
ready to let loose, kas solo’s a vet who will stretch you
and press you against the spiked wall to test you
you got b*lls, then let’s move
ain’t nothing special about a wrestler who wrestles dudes
so what you trying to prove? yo, this message goes to you
and i don’t care how you take it
what the f*ck, i got to lose?
son, i love being hated, a million faces
painted in my bas*m*nt, adjacent to the station
so i can watch what they’re saying
i imagine them waving a gun, aiming
i feel caged in, then my lungs turn cajun and start blazing
i alter your formation, start with four agents
standing in four corners with me on the phone, waiting
saliva dripping, wire tripping
mic wires wrapped around my iris
virus stricken, the pilot of my own skies
a minor mission, compare me to those who want to survive
in the wildest conditions, just listen to the wind blow
move with the tempo, my pencil is a symbol
not interested in stencils, i get it how i live it
live it how it’s written, there’s no time for fakeness
i made it a given, you f*ck with me
you get your head split with ghost bars
i run around with beasts, packing hatchets and crowbars
and so far my actions lasted for so long
it’s time for relaxing, i’m not asking for your heart
i move those who want to be moved and fake crews get bruised
i don’t care what you do, i’ll break you
me and layzie came to shake fools
mark deez and wilkshake, too
feeling playful, get choked with a mic cable
[wilkshake]
saw dust from the blades, oscillating deeper
like an air attack from mermaids
peculiar, betrayed after wordsmith buffets
waiting at one ton, let’s start the grenade parade
i’ll give you an upgrade and invade the third cascade
my financial aid remains unpaid
lieutenants junior, military blockade
let’s stop the f*cking charade
witchcraft and magician tricks
my kicks have raised dust, dismantled crust
kicking heads with powerful thrusts
my voice loud, noise smooth
boys recording toys, these is the men
separated from the boys
kas solo waves wands and pulls rabbits out of hats
wilkshake is rabid, looking to attack
he’s got a pitbull jaw and a boa constrictor tongue
his wolverine t**th and his vocal tones will molest your mum
where’s he from?
the depths of the firepits
he evolved as an angel so he can control sh*t
this music is swift, we all got natural gifts
now we’re on the hit list and politically dismissed
do you get the gist of it
we’re on the list of sh*t, shake and skip to it
slip cuffs and kick to this
the man game’s multiply exchanged, deranged and crooked
i f*cked up so i booked it
into the sound room
with frequency levels that boom
sweeping ceiling dust with a broom
this ep will no doubt be number one soon

- lb productions lyrics

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