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Spittin that heatrock...till the beat stop/
Knees lock on foes...like a nigga pulled three glocks/
He rocks so cold....everybody need three socks/
On each foot...yo zilla this fuckin beats hot/
Lob shots at these little niggas...who pop warner/
Act like OG’s...but really they’re just a young gonner/
Young gunner....i didnt stutter this shit is butter/
I'm hittin corners and flippin switches....my new persona/
On a different level...verses sweet as nutella/
I got these rappers... so distracted like a vuvuzela/
They need to kick it with me...i can teach ‘em how to flow/
And how to grow like flowers....how i’m glowin more than powdered gold/
Oh no.... you niggas thought that i plateaued/
Rap’s golden sun that rose...from ash though/
Ass-hole... if you wanna try beef/
Ima need a hundred million... if a record label tryin to sign me/
I dont respond to niggas diss tracks...whose shits wack/
I’ll just grab that bitch...let my fist make his lips fat/
Sit back enjoy the ride...yo this shit is hard/
I can go for days.... while these niggas struggle to spit a bar/
It’s the god mc....not a shot at my nigga agg/
But i give life to these little raps...i'm in my bag/
Killin tracks wit zilla we’re like the illest tag...team/
Champions all facts....we gone peel em back/
Thats when... the shots fired/
youll need about ten kevlar vests...and even then i’ll get ya jaw wired/
My shit is on fire....saliva kerosene/
Cookin up that dope...like suppliers out in medellin/
Buildin a betta dream...reconstructin my team/
Tweakin like a fiend...when envisioning my heaven’s scene/
But no angel’s in the room here...it’s so clear/
We’re the demons with a sneer...that you should fear/
Hit you in the head...like a 211 hood beer/
2017 was a motha fuckin.... good year/
We got a steel reserve...you cannot hurt us mentally/
Got hunger on our faces...salivatin so we gotta eat /
That’s why i never sleep...fuck counting sheep/
If i see a fence i go through it... i dont gotta leap/
A lotta people talkin ...ever since we dropped the LP/
So now we gotta keep the buzz goin... like we held bees/
Rock hell’s bells.... from AC to DC/
Long island to germany... people feel me/
So if you got a fuckin problem... i can solve it/
We can put it down on wax ...or we can take it to revolvers/
I dont think we can resolve this....the damage is already done/
Offended all my senses.....now you got me actin petty son/
It’s takes a lot for you... to get me out my character/
But now you’re opposition...so i gotta go embarrass ya/
I'm in the zone...referee callin three seconds/
But ima pivot to the post...like a beast wreckin/
Shaquille o’neal.... and yall the least epic/
I got a hunger for the grind...early morning ima eat breakfast/

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