A Little Something — текст песни (Casual)

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Yeah, huh

I will display my dynamics

Get out the way damnit

I plan it just to leave mcs abandoned

Brandin xs when I flex this

I wreck shit

And leave rappers searching for the exit

Lets get physical

I got precision skill

Until I fill ya spot when you rot

Shrivel, crazy paranoia cause Ill kill you

Cut you

Me and my microphone reach out and touch you

Crush you into particles

Im sparkin, still I get smarter

And I make my styles hits harder

I mack styles

Stack piles

Distract smiles

Youre wack while I continue to get in you



[casual]



The main purpose to my service

Is to make mcs nervous

No one will serve this

Superb is my skill

Niggas get chills as I spills em

I kills them with vocals

I slam and folks will

Out jammies because I slam with ease

And you cant deny that because you abandoned me

Huh, I came to collect my thoughts

This collection brought perfection

And it was taught to the masses

Now your ass is out

Cause cas is out

Your shit clash, I doubt

That you will make it

But you can fake it, like these other pooh-butts

I dont know who

Or what signed em

They must be in it for the loot

Fuck, I dont need this wack shit

My tracks hit, the straight beat

And thats it

I hate a weak mc

When he speaks it tempts me

To crack his skull and leave his domepiece empty