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slam dunk records rocbeats cypher - the holstar lyrics

cee thr33
boy i’m so next i got em so stressed/nightmare i got em waking up in cold sweats/this luvale boy got the game so stretched/kanye with it boy i’d die for the north west/
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k!lling rappers my fetish/
if i hear you said it the out come is that you perish/
my sentences are a sentence to death i don’t think you get it/what competition to relish the competitions my relish/
i eat them with my side of greens/anyhow any means/many things to oversee i oversee from overseas/ low*key making boss moves n*gga i am so discrete/ i like my presence felt i don’t want no one to notice me/
verse is like a crime scene/ bring the yellow tape out/
scofield kind of year/ i’m about to break out/busy doing me/ i know nothing that these lames bout they never making moves ngati malonda wapa state house/
immortal with the style brother ain’t n0body k!lling me/ you need a c section you can’t handle my delivery/grime reaper type of flow the way i’m spitting misery/i’m feeding off the hate all it do is give me energy/
you thinking you rapper coz you rocking the attire/ you clearly lack the sk!ll though i admire your desire/ you a sellout lil n*gga a lyricist for hire/hip hop circus act my special sk!ll is spitting fire

tocci
big dawg status men these cats can never break me
am a certified lyricist my epitomes are gravy
heard y’all n*ggas talking smack so i pulled up with a krytic
how reality a late bloomer gat you n*ggas schizophrenic
mentally i’m iron steel stark left a protege acknowledge all this prophecy of gun bars philosophies
embody all this energy of super gees getting cream
my resumé a catacomb of goats selling cheap
put the soup where the meat at, i heard you gat some beef boy where we gadda meet/meat at
this is nonchalant you getting tipped by your bloods like we cripping at your restaurant
boy this is music the heart of it is pain
so many stories untold my ancestors would be proud
i should have been the tenth member of the wu*tang clan
aah listen to this catharsis reacting from a k!ller’s view
my metaphors are ghosting n*ggas pulled up with that power crew
you tripping on the locals when your daddy works for power tools
never underestimate a thousand of consistent fools
this is just the root but you n*ggas wish you would /wood
so your mama never taught you better boy you about get schooled
cause tocci is like a masterpiece of eliott and tattoos
a living proof of d12 in the flesh am a fly dude… chelstone!

tylo
bout time, i been waiting, they came and got me//
you’re in trouble now, dead serious, this ain’t a hobby//
you kids ain’t sh1t but babies, p*ss stains and potties//
you just ain’t as godly, so which name could stop me//
i wish they would, just stop it, just watch and copy//
don’t wake the giant, he’s p1ssed off and bodies//
he’s christopher wallace, and 2pac amaru//
saddam and osama, the kid is not ghandi//
..and if i tried i just could not worry//
they just could not harm me, you and what army//
just loose with the artistry, juice like omar//
on the roof of the party, root for the anti//
boost up the grams, that’s laced like the boots on the man//
you won’t do sh1t, just do what you can//
knuckles got threw from the hands, you talk dirty then chew on this sand//
..now tell me, is that what you had planned??//

marvel
a son of song, a prince, the most devine/when my speech intertwine i turn these beats into wine/
in this jungle, your t**th set you apart/so the nerve of these puppies, bitting draculas bars..
they really want me out the cave with no safety measures/ im thor! once my third eye twitch i can change the weather…
i’ve been jason on these tracks since i was born/ son, my punchlines been crackin jaws, since the crack of dawn.. ..now let that sink in, i’m tapped into the flow/ you dont wanna see my dark side, just tap into the glow.. i bring life into this game son you pre*season/ !they know not to bring the beef here, it’s like i’m vegan.. i was runnin though these beats while you played mario/ !so in a sense you more cardi b i’m cardio/
i’m down to earth, with my fruits i school the youth/ so if there’s heroes in a room, you bet i’m rooting for groot/

holstar
its big holstar, zed hip hop og –a big wave from you all i see is ripples/
you better raise the bar doesn’t mean dropping them, you wanna be a legend – like big * pac and em/
the cream de la cream, the upper echelon, fly monga ntete – ukwapa che ma lawn – fly like an eagle ndiwe nkunku za ma loan/
don’t make the holstar mad – i got a pick a bone – breakfast in matero – dinner in paris – you cats ain’t thorough you can’t spar with this/
you got an army of goons and i believe in self, you believe in survival – i believe in wealth/
your ghostwriter retired – can’t make an album – you diminish your legacy that’s the outcome/
you better finish your veggies and watch your mouth son, i rap circles and marathons can’t be outdone/

krytic
picture a corpse in the nile river//but then its floating with a smile n*gga, around the temple th*rns form a crown and the//sunny rays bring the view to your head//then you start to realize your ubuntu is dead/
not the literal, the constant focus on individual//it’s pitiful cuz people do favors to get residuals//i’m sick o you, you slave for attention cuz it tickles you//till that attention turns to people trying to get rid of you/
oh, my name is krytic, but you already know//i’m that guy you told nah you would never blow//ten years later i don’t do it for radio//2nd year, highest selling, oh that’s whack? tell me more/
i told you n*ggas rap n*ggas thought i wanted war//but bro i don’t wanna have to k!ll my sons at all//i sold out and i ain’t had to shake my bums at all//like can you even still rap i’m having fun witcho/
but i’m a son of war, i came to son em all//i only fear one rapper and he ain’t none of y’all//from vitumbuwa to 07 i done it all//and ps my game old school i’m bl**dy raw!
i don’t need a press run//
anybody want smoke they can get some//
all i can try to be is level headed//
cuz i’m a copperbelt boy son i’ll get you dreaded
i might drop a couple subs just to shift the culture
but don’t you ever get it twisted boy it ain’t about you
cuz if we really keep a scoreboard you been a vulture
there’s not a single drop of culture that we get up outchya
we ouchea

- the holstar lyrics

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