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Song Lyrics:

INTRO: Ahh yeah Real rap At its best homie bounce Peace to L.A.W Records Maanda on the beat whassup Street Poet is about to drop. HOOK: This is Bars Over Bullshit I ain't come here to play, this that high grade music Lyricism over everything, dropping exclusives Body bagging beats bars blowing back off I'm beastin' big beast be breathing' Is Bars Over Bullshit I ain't come here to play This is that Street Poet music Lyricism Over Everything Dropping Exclusives Body bagging beats bars blowing back off i'm beastin' F is in the building. FIRST VERSE: Back off before I bury yaw. Bust you with bazooka bars break you off blame it on my buffed up bars. Is adrenaline rushing thru my veins when I break down names/ being skeptic about my lane?/ I know yours is lame/ Dumbing bars down?/ What the fuck is dumbing that down?/ You ain't nothing but dumb fucks, dumb nigga sit down/ This is your worse nightmare brought to reality in street hop/ This is street knowledge, not some industry flop/ I'm putting in work till I hit my grave/ With cats, I don't affiliate / We ain't even homeboy, so you better get it straight/ Only level we're the same on is the natural ground surface/ On lyricism you're a day care kid, and I'm a street graduate/ And My style is homophobic, fuck your skinny jean shit/ That be squeezing your balls you feel pain when you piss/ Make you importance, you don't produce shit that lives/ You ain't wearing nothing but a male's birth control pill. HOOK...... SECOND VERSE: Gon be sick till death so I'm Ill to the grave/ That includes the after life so my skills will never change/ A destruction to y:all lames/ Leave rappers with bloody faces with punchlines I give, still rep High Grade/ And kill competitors that turn to appear on my presence/ Strange your goons are gassin' you up as if they're petrol tendants/ I got clumsy hands, I always drop heavy tracks/ I'm god in this, so follow my righteous steps/ I'm the worst/ (yes) A beast with a verse/ I'm that nigga to venerate vicious with verbs I'm venomous My success taking baby steps, yes is slow brewed/ Going amstel lager on this niggas, I'm extra matured/ Standing still and firm I'm made of steel still this skills are impossible to steal, I'm stiff, sicker than sick, this is the type of style rappers seek And just for the record, I ain't overtaking y:all fags, I started off ahead of y:all, I'm accelerating you're constant/ I kill squards more often/ Guarantee no survivors, you tough? Bring it on then/ Murder rappers who always claim they're too fly/ I'm no nigga to try/ Got punchlines that leave a metal mic with a blue eye. STUPID! HOOK..... THIRD VERSE: Most of you rappers are clowns and I ain't got time for your circus/ That's why I don't invite yaw so we can rap all circles/ Dare you cats to try me, you won't stand circumstances/ Cause I got more shocking (chocking) lines than high volts electricity circuits/ Your skills are closed, they haven't gone thru circumcision/ I've just opened my third eye for a clearer vision/ So I can feast far for future fortunes, fly-in-face-of new school fashion and fable faggots, forbid all fabricate fairies Got so many rap elements, the preodic table ain't no thing to me/ Status nothing short of legendary, the five mics lyricist/ Who weaken whack cats watch them weakling they're wicked/ With words that waddle weekly you even whack on weekend Concrete foundation on each of my verse/ Real head from birth, that's why I came out first/ Premier punchlines propelling perfectly placed proper in a prosperous pace preached by a paragon. EASY!!!

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