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the syllable killer - mizury lyrics

[intro: mizury] “people always askin’ me “miz, why you rap so f-ckin’ fast” and i’m all like “’cause i can?”
it’s what i do. i amaze myself when i hear myself do weird things to a beat and people compliment me for them. hip hop is art, and music has no limits, so you tell me when did art become limited?”

[verse 1: mizury] gunslinga when i trigga the finga spittin a clip wit these lyrics; i’ma syllable k!lla wit it, i admit it my tongues limber, cold blooded like winter in the middle of december; dismember like a sawyer family member choppin’ wit a chainsaw droppin b-tches; “timber,” a sinner revved up wit a temper or whisperin k!llin ya wit scissors versatile in style while im bein ya grave digger, buryin most of these b-tches that be claimin to be sicker when they rappin slower then compacted sh-t and just can’t deliver, miz-zilla set fire to a village like a villain ain’t given a p-ss while i’m beatin on my chest cuz i conquer sh-t like a gorilla, i differ from other rappers wit this rap game that i’ve entered; never been a quitter, a winner-winner; gettin my chicken dinner, hard hitter wit it when i be packin heat like my weed dealers; sh-ts equivalent when leavin ya m-th-f-ckin dome blown, i’m the dude k!llin it critical wit syllables when you hear it; and when the beat disappears all you’ll hear is me off into the zone. i’m a creature wit future features influincin music as a teacher; schoolin these baby rappers t–thin tryin to make moves from the bleachers, like i be sippin liters of e’ther preachin like a reaper bringin that heater like im h-lla creepin fire thru ya motherf-ckin speakers, everythin’, i make it hot; studio be a hot box

[i don’t come out for air anymore]

i ain’t never been a typical rapper to attack a track cuz i am not human, i am a cyborg

[like i was born]

a little deformed wit a bourne supremecy; and i be taken it airborn stormin the air waves lyrically
versatility wit that delivery; k!llin them metaphors; word play on point? [phbttt] n0body ain’t f-ckin wit me
and i hardly got any body f-ckin wit me cuz i be to much of a savage when rappin wit no chill
cuz you see, i dont just bully a beat i body that b-tch against its own will

[i am strange]
with my music; i put my life to lines in a rhyme then i abuse it
hit the stage then release some rage; ill never change; easin my evil ways that this evil influenced

im tired of these b-tches runnin wit lips sayin i ain’t wit the sh-t but know i k!ll it every milli second spittin and sh-ttin on critics
gettin em ta sh-t they b’riches like im in it ta get it wit the recognition then kick em dead in the -ss wit a vengenace like lyrical meance on a misson
every min to anybody out ta stop me ima body em wit a labotomy then send they body to a coffin
cuz i got problems that can be solved with a revolver bein a royal pain in the -ss when ya’ll yankee’in in my kauffman cuz ive never been the type of dude to make some proper moves like jl be the tunes wit the dibkis on my mood
mad whitey be to extreme for d-mn near every team so i gotta stay independent doin with what i do
with nothin to lose when im snappin off at shows and them big wigs notice the flow
cuz i get complimeneted everyday wit oppurtunites but its nothin new to me when the sh-ts never showed

[like bro]

“you got so much talent like why arent you famous”
i here it every f-ckin week wit people praisin me but if you dont support it; its kinda hard for me to f-ckin make it
cuz even my haters know i rape and cut up a track naked like a savage metaphorical wit the [black dahlia]
cuz i be nawlin a beat {raw on-ya} not give a f-ck if you like it or not wit the emotions {im causin’ ya]

sadly thats probably why tech never called me back; he heard my tracks i sent and then he thought twice
and i ain’t mad at the man for not gettin back cuz it just made me and my rhymes more precise
[real talk]
i been around for a {hot min] bustin them rounds like its [mob business]; trigger happy choppin it all wit it; ima k!lla
while lit like a f-ckin blunt wit no f-cks to give; im blunt and turnt up like some malt liquor

even my city dont know how to take me but they know i can k!ll sh-t
cuz theyve witnessed it in some form of it; i ain’t the type of kc murderer ta go unoticed

i ain’t made for [errbody] but i been doin this for [errbody]
my sh-ts to f-ckin real for most cuz most are use ta radio surfin as a hobby
i been obama ben-chillin underground where the bombs be
-ss-ssinating speakers like isis; like im paris’n up these streets
i go beast mode!

- mizury lyrics

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