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homicide remix - prysm & poizon lyrics

[verse 1: prysm]
with or without writer’s block, you sittin there like a bump on a log
eyes pop out, and i’m droppin their jaws, y’all didn’t know i’m a k!lla to songs
i’ll maul that b*tch in my eminem haul, poizon and prysm, we finish em off
i’m clappin a rhyme with no need for applause, changing my brain now i hate cough
i say the same thing, i’m playing dogs, got a tank in a war and i stay hot
like whats that, got change in the flow, i’m up rapped, i’m adding a line, i don’t subtract
got a lot to hide, twice as better like i multiply, half them suck, gotta divide, doing math during the time that i write, this is the rhyme, when i k!ll a frickin sentence to an essay
comprehend the words, give you headaches
spit it, hit it, mix it, listen, its a banger don’t be mistaken
l!ck it for taste, dont hit the same, hit to his brain, woulda coulda shoulda, i’m filled up with flame
suck up the pain, sick to the face, you dont know, when i sit in the rain
impossible to tame, rip a song i go insane
woof
there ain’t a beast in the fight, theres a fight in the beast
syllables per second, its all low for me, homicide at least
won’t deny the heat, dont try to beat me, if you ain’t the g*o*a*t
like jeez oh, (g*o) need a cup a tea, (a*t) i’m going off like i’m off my leash
overtime, fifth quarter, gather up, in huddle, get closer, go deep
hike!
yea cuz i’m righteous and all, they can bark all they want
but then they gonna get the bite from the dog
yea, people say my lines are too long
people say my rhymes are too strong, i dont care what people frickin say about me
i’m staying on my road til i stop, the guy that you hearing gonna get to the top
never missed it i hit it all, win win win, never fall
i said dude, bro, we should rap on homicide
he said, the logic one?
yea and it’s you an i, spittin hard, literally ripping bars
he went, ok when do we start
started off writing fast, didn’t really get far
till i started finding a flow, and then i hit hard
like a frickin train to a school bus
you busts, if y’all challenged me you likely to be losing
at the time, i’m writing this my hand is on fire
beginning to the end, i did it, i ain’t no liar
cause when i’m on a cypher, i full on hype it
done with it, i’m feelin like a plane, like i travel from the
east to the west and maybe the frickin islands
frickin ire, green, nether, po, iceland, i’ve been
going on a k!llstreak, while i’m still typing
high spitting, lines written, won’t stop while i’m still rhyming
i have been there done that got away, and kept going
joke? no, like i said, going slow is my foe
k!lling rhymes, both our best friends
losing time, not this
my own bars written, this ain’t stolen
n0body wrote this but me, that’s why its golden
over the top, then beyond, i write my own hits
power punch, loud as gum, it was the dopest
questionable rhymes, i know, but now i’ve changed
racing my opponent, it’s like torture when they see me going
sell? nah, i don’t get flaws
tell me when my bars get hard
udder chaos, to the point where i can’t even talk
very much appreciated to the 2 or 3 people who listen to my songs
when i spit, i don’t miss a beat like a
xylophone, like
you a phony, wearin black and white like a
zebra, learned your abc’s, while i just kept going
ay
rippin up a syllable, til rhyming is a crime, and spitting makes me a criminal
little of the literal in this world, the pen is old, dependable, til they put me on a pedestal
put the pen to page, written from my dome, all technical
cause, when i bring the batch of bars, the butcher, cut it up with a cooking knife
eat it, beat it, iddy*biddy in the business
like cash or not, foaming at the mouth, like a rabid dog
spinnin off, hit it far, lit up now, call me santa, cuz i’m rapping now
i’m spitting bars, while in the mall (mall santa)
i hope you can do with change, flow turns to a flu
spit the sickest game, flu’s contagious
i lose my patience, hittin in the middle of the shooting ranges
i got no controller, like losing gamers
whos taming?
ha
honestly, the dogs a beast, a prodigy, will not be beat
slaughtering a song, frick apostrophes, go party
on me, go hot, like cod lobbies, i’ve ought to see
my songs be beat, i’m lost with all the heat
on and off, with the song k!lling
prysm, poizon, not to beat
proud of me, the bond that honestly
k!lls a lot of these, rappers that spat only saliva
not buying it, silence, when rhymes tie like the “and” in
p & p
got the lines lined up
got em rhymes tied up
c*cking a gun
its time for my bros luck
ran out of my own luck
i’m covered in mud
head to toe, dont miss a beat like a metronome
listen close
[verse 2: poizon]
like thanos, i’ma snap and end the world with one attack
and i’ll be sending em right back to the box that they shelter at
i gotta k!ll it, a villain, i never ever had a ceiling, i get on a beat, i pack it up and then i seal it
i’m the, don, lebron, king kong, bouta win the gold like it’s on, big dog, pitbull cuz i’m known worldwide
ain’t no need to pick a side, poizon and prysm, a duo for life
i ain’t never hold no grudges
when i’m on the microphone, i never had a budget
when i’m spitting facts, you know i’m never ever budgin’
never crack under the pressure, depression, or anything else, never stressin’
i’m a lighting bolt the way that i electrify like elon on his tesla grind
i gotta get it, you know that i’m gonna win it, in fact i already did it, just go on and check my stats
yeah, i’m a kid, but you know that i ain’t kidding, bars that i spit are livid, i’m living my life like that
i gotta get a win
i be catching bodies, it’s a sin
murder ’em and bury em in the dirt even if they’re kin
i never had no citizenship
bouta pull an ak right off of my hip
the roads out here are icy, but you know that i never slip
gotta make a record and i’ll k!ll it like this!
i’m a k!ller, ain’t a single person iller, i be holding up without a single motherfricken pillar, cuz i’m a winner and i guess also a sinner, but when i get up on a feature i’ll treat em like they a beginner cuz i’m sicker
and i’m also sl!cker
try to fight me and i’m stickin a stick in your stigma
this the fricken plague
anybody who dissin me gonna feel the pain
i’m insane
coming for ’em all and i’m gonna make it rain
now feel this poizon/poison reign/rain
put the crown on me
hah, ain’t n0body ever gon be doubting me
i’ll leave you sound asleep like you’re out of gs, lay you down on the beat
i’ma need twenty more caskets
but don’t get near me, gonna need you to back it
up
i’m gonna commit a homicide
in h*ll’s where i reside
poizon’s never gonna die, die
this is a fricken bar drive*by
y’all are just one bar wi*fi
but i’m 5 bars and i fly
scientific, i don’t write fiction, no, this ain’t no sci*fi
on the beat we poisonous and prismatic
and venomous and automatic
little did you know i’ve been a savage
em & logic
sorry, p&p more iconic
hottest track since chronic
prysm & poizon, we got it
but wait, i ain’t done yet
i’ll be writing all day until the fricken sunset
cuz i’m venomous with the pen again, in the pennant, a veteran, never needed no medicine, even though i’m so ill
i was destined to k!ll
in the hills
i never had no chill
forreal
if i see one more rapper with ‘lil’
homicide, homicide
watch the bullets fly through your mind
better sit down or you’re gonna die
cuz this is a homicide, yeah

- prysm poizon lyrics

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