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promo freestyle - vita et mors lyrics

i’m the verbal spit smith wesson
i unload with nickel’s flow but refill with bullets to sink your chest in
i’ll chop your arms off, smack you and feed them to a stray cat
so when they call me hands off it doesn’t mean i’m laid back
the furthest thing from wack i’ll throw some diamonds on your spine jack
cracking on the track bullets flying forward you fly back
rhyming with tenacity
verbal sk!lls to match biggie
hop in a black civvy to drop a bomb on rack city
lyricism’s out, there’s no substance only nice features
now i get why rap’s a b-tch; she’s so dumb but acts pretty
in my mind, there’s a few ways that you can handle a song
make it lyrical, clever, a hot beat and move on
way 2: make it meaningful, heartfelt but simpler
you wanna be great? do one song using a mixture
thirdly: do a concept no one’s thought of before
couple it with way one and you got yourself an award
remain focused; be concise, stop jumping around
explore a topic fully, if you can’t then quiet your mouth
i’m approaching to 20 bars and said more than you do in 50
that’s just a taste so when it drops you better cop that mixtape

- vita et mors lyrics

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