ALERT ALERT ALERT - Azazicc

11 months ago
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Lyrics:

Comin’ in like a bad man chillin’
Brothers know me as a Batman villain
On these raps I’m killin’, pure facts blood spillin’
If blood is ink, than I think I’m drillin’
The surgeon of words, in a herd of nerds
That think they rap but all that’s heard is slurs
Cuz I burn to urn and y’all burn to earn
Yo let me rethink - y’all yearn to burn
SHIT, that’s so factual, on the track so I’m unattackable
On the track so I’m implacable, on the track but I’m untrackable
You sick fags can kiss ass, keep building on up your shit shacks
Your chicks fat, YO MISS THAT, got welfare? that’s quick maths, uh

*ALERT ALERT*
High winds so please avert
*ALERT ALERT*
Kicking up dust, debris, and dirt
*ALERT ALERT*
Tides are high on the sea surf
*ALERT ALERT*
This is not a test, real alert

No guns no ammo, ain’t strung like Rambo
But son my damn flow, will break bone marrow
Hits like kablammo, split like an arrow,
Wit like a sparrow, spit tight so narrow
Bitch quite an heir to throne
She like my baritone, I like her pheromone
Pipe she’s there to blow, I’m ripe and there I go
On psychs so care I don’t, drink pints when fairs are thrown
No swipes ain’t pairing hoes

Mic, drop it, cuz I’m stocked with
The best bullshit pullin’ it outta pocket
These average joes can’t ever go slop it
I’m the prize of the field, but the frame I don’t crop it
Man, stop it, you ain’t hot shit
They makin’ a mess, so I gotta mop it
They know I’m the best, just check on the top list
They talk about pros, bro I am the topic

Have you heard of me? I guess so
Cuz of my hard beats and best flow
And there’s no rest in my blessed soul
So I’m tumbling in with the tornado
Your aims so-so
My games so pro
You plain (oh no)
And lame (oh bro)
I’ve changed (oh yo)
I’ve gained (mo flow)
Insane (fo sho)
But dame I go innnnn

Pour some juice and gin,
Why would I use my wrist, when I can loosen her lips
Take some sips then just go win, and I know this:
I got an openin’, so I’m blowin’ in
Flow so much you’d think I’d know to swim
Cuz it goes to chin, and I road it in
Go HUT go HUT cuz I’m shoulderin’, I’m shoulderin’

And I’m breaking backs,
Man so fast like I’m taking crack - Breaking Bad
Fall time forest cuz I’m raking racks
Making sacks, raising stacks
So much steak like I’m a Shake Shack - I got a stake in that
Cakes fat, bass 808 gonna quake that
Brain’s bad, and I got a ache bad
Back ache, from carrying the game across states
Like thunderstorms and shockwaves
My songs bang loud at top rates
Look at the charts and you’ll drop weights
Jaw and hearts in a locked state
I’m the worst storm and Pompeii
Take a look at the shores, uh, Tsunami

*ALERT ALERT*
High winds so please avert
*ALERT ALERT*
Kicking up dust, debris, and dirt
*ALERT ALERT*
Tides are high on the sea surf
*ALERT ALERT*
This is not a test, real alert

I’m that hurricane, murdering, son of God, earned my name
Hurdling, deterin’ lame, burst in flames, birthed in fame
Pull the plug and pour the drain, can’t stop me I’m sure to reign
Can’t stop me burning flames, can’t stop me turret aim
I'm filleting Ye, I’m filet mignon
I’m the best today, ‘til the day I’m done
Y’all breast partake, while I parlay my sum
You’re a fake entree, while I dry-aged for fun

Y’all sacrilegious, with the trash you’ve written,
There’s no rap remission, for the tracks you’ve shitted
My master mission is to spread rap religion
‘Til the bars I’m spittin’ become rap tradition
I’m a mathematician cuz I make math addition,
The way I’m stackin’ digits, I’m a track magician
Call it rap attrition cuz they lack ambition
And where they slack I’m fat with that track nutrition

Most rappers can’t write without a gram to slam and a whole lot of leaf
Must be religious they can’t stand I’m ham, and they don’t want the beef
I steal the game like a greedy thief, I’ll do it on my own and then seed the grief
I don’t need belief, I’m indeed the chief, I’m the second coming providing creed relief

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