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a'ight, wait - rhymie lyrics

[verse 1]
a’ight, wait, i see headvche pullin’ up in an i8
ah, great, good beginnin’ of the day, i on my way
to the mothaf*ckin’ studio where i may write way
more lyrics than i used to and spend the whole friday
’cause in my case i can’t come up with the rhymes that will not slay
you and your whole crew, and i’m not playin’, i’m a lightweight
champ in a rap camp, and i pack that black bat
in a big black bag and throw it in a back of the black cadillac
yeah, i rap like a maniac, act like i may be at the top of the world, and i may
you just gonna pray i quit, but nah, man
nah, i ain’t gonna quit ’cause i’m fully equipped
i’ll be kickin’ all the sh*t outta b*tches real quick
drop this beat already, ready, steady, go
from the zero to the six*oh
in two seconds, maybe three or maybe four, i dunno
i got an automatic flow
better than ’em all, better k!ll ’em all like a deadly animal
made this sh*t to be the lyrical assault and that’s all
but before i go on with the flow, hold on, i needa reload, b*tch, yeah

[verse 2]
lock and load, ’cause i’m gonna go to the end of the beat and literally blow
every single mothaf*ckin’ syllable and all the letters in the row
and i wanna beat ’em all, wanna spit it really raw
wanna make ’em feel that this is something they ain’t ready for
one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
h*ll, i’m gonna spit that parabellum
with my mouth, it’s like a mac*11
gonna heat the barrell and pretend like i’m another level
and i’m heavy like rain, bring an umbrella
but it ain’t gonna help, i’mma crush your style like a watermelon
steal your rhymes then i sell ’em to some guys then i bail
i’m just as heavy as an african elephant
adding the chemicals from the periodic table of elements
to my lyrics, i’m malevolent, never meant to be understanding
you’re irrelevant, the raps, you ain’t sellin’ them, b*tch
once i hear a beat, i feel it
and i fill it with the words that will truly fit it
i admit it, i’mma heat it, i do mean it
i’mma spit it, thousand syllables a minute
maybe less or maybe more, i don’t care, here we go
i mean we, me and h*e*a*d*three*letters*skipped*to*tha*e
heading straight to the k*i*double*l*i*n*g s*p*r*double e, see?

- rhymie lyrics

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