It's ashes to ashes and dust to dust
A must is a must and enough is enough, when I bust, Man I bust
Rapping and stuff
Clapping and snapping at my lyrics and what,
You believe that I've done
Is much less than just some
Of the acts of passion I've enacted with my unique vernacular
Imagine a
World so spectacular
Until then I'll just rap to you as an immaculate terror to America
Holding the rap esoterica
Chilling with an Erica, at Comerica
Deliver a speech like the new candidate, as I activate my skills to aggravate
And over complicate and devastate the divided states
There's higher stakes that y'all underestimate
Never time to hesitate
Prefer to isolate my mind and take the time
To demonstrate, that another Caucasian is in the equation
It's a special occasion
The casket invasion been bringing persuasion, Leaving abrasions on all of y'all hating
Put a baby in the game, no playing but I don't screw around artificial insemination
No obligation to our backwards civilization
These cheap imitations can't pass these examinations
Beating these dicks no masturbation
And no collaboration
Ego needs deflation
Impatient and sick of debating
Been waiting for a day when, slaying, will pay off like compensation
I've been a sensation, I don't take vacations
I've always been working I am the administration
I've been fighting on the front lines, searching for that one sign
That says I should just rhyme, cut lines, no mirror or razor don't tuck nines
I've got a lyrical gat with a rattatat attack
Designed to cut a brat in half, inclined to cut a cat with facts
I'm balling like a Shaq attack, combat the whack
And come back with a dumb track to win your hearts back
Like Chris don't start that, but I don't like to hold my bars back
No last call bring a f*ckin' hard hat
The lyrical construction that I've mustered up from nothing
May still be deemed destruction to the current games functions
Additions to my division earn commission from the (F*ck it)
Shut up and listen
The demolition from a man of pale pigment
Shows the cross on my pendent has summoned power from my descendants
I've been recommended by the resented to represent the unforgiven
By using lyrics intended to be delivered in different dimensions
Take no intermission, this is an intervention
For the so-called lyricists all lacking lyrics in them
I have had the blues but I have had the rhythm
I had to think outside the box, Rapping on top of the prism
No God in the prisons, I've been on a mission
For the rap algorithm, if their hands out I give them
No more than the blank stare that blankets my emotions
Been oozing devotion, been causing commotions
Could flow like an ocean, be grounded like erosion
Or be wind blowing the coldest
But I'll bring the inferno, bound tight to my circle
Find the address like a mathematic kimono
They spit fire they're fake I'm a dragon Komodo
Been quick to hack venom, pick up momentum
Hit em and give em astigmatism
Bigoted listeners shiver
No spitter sicker than this little ginger
I'll just hit em with the finisher
Apologies for the pent up aggression
I've just been detested, been called unimpressive, been called anorexic
Invested my music and need proof it's insured like progressive
Unless it's, another hidden message, intended to mess with
The parents of less than, fortunate children in debt by a million
Before they can remember the lines on their ceilings
Now whats more appealing?
The truth you've been hearing
Since you clicked the link and been hit with everything but the kitchen sink
In a verse you didn't think, would change the things, you wanted in hip hop
You tricks thought, you couldn't be real and you wanna make a hit drop
So you made a sick hook and then took some nonsense
And put it in a verse that just curses so constant
Your bro says I've got this, and spits off a verse that's nothing but garbage
Then you talk about hooking up with women on Molly
No guilty conscious, to me it's preposterous
For real dude, that's not what a f*ckin' song is
These rappers have just lost it
Take your verse and just toss it, I'm just being honest
Damn
Ash on the track, bitch
I'm out
Chris Ash - The Ashes of Who Ash Is Lyrics
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It's ashes to ashes and dust to dust
A must is a must and enough is enough, when I bust, Man I bust
Rapping and stuff
Clapping and snapping at my lyrics and what,
You believe that I've done
Is much less than just some
Of the acts of passion I've enacted with my unique vernacular
Imagine a
World so spectacular
Until then I'll just rap to you as an immaculate terror to America
Holding the rap esoterica
Chilling with an Erica, at Comerica
Deliver a speech like the new candidate, as I activate my skills to aggravate
And over complicate and devastate the divided states
There's higher stakes that y'all underestimate
Never time to hesitate
Prefer to isolate my mind and take the time
To demonstrate, that another Caucasian is in the equation
It's a special occasion
The casket invasion been bringing persuasion, Leaving abrasions on all of y'all hating
Put a baby in the game, no playing but I don't screw around artificial insemination
No obligation to our backwards civilization
These cheap imitations can't pass these examinations
Beating these dicks no masturbation
And no collaboration
Ego needs deflation
Impatient and sick of debating
Been waiting for a day when, slaying, will pay off like compensation
I've been a sensation, I don't take vacations
I've always been working I am the administration
I've been fighting on the front lines, searching for that one sign
That says I should just rhyme, cut lines, no mirror or razor don't tuck nines
I've got a lyrical gat with a rattatat attack
Designed to cut a brat in half, inclined to cut a cat with facts
I'm balling like a Shaq attack, combat the whack
And come back with a dumb track to win your hearts back
Like Chris don't start that, but I don't like to hold my bars back
No last call bring a f*ckin' hard hat
The lyrical construction that I've mustered up from nothing
May still be deemed destruction to the current games functions
Additions to my division earn commission from the (F*ck it)
Shut up and listen
The demolition from a man of pale pigment
Shows the cross on my pendent has summoned power from my descendants
I've been recommended by the resented to represent the unforgiven
By using lyrics intended to be delivered in different dimensions
Take no intermission, this is an intervention
For the so-called lyricists all lacking lyrics in them
I have had the blues but I have had the rhythm
I had to think outside the box, Rapping on top of the prism
No God in the prisons, I've been on a mission
For the rap algorithm, if their hands out I give them
No more than the blank stare that blankets my emotions
Been oozing devotion, been causing commotions
Could flow like an ocean, be grounded like erosion
Or be wind blowing the coldest
But I'll bring the inferno, bound tight to my circle
Find the address like a mathematic kimono
They spit fire they're fake I'm a dragon Komodo
Been quick to hack venom, pick up momentum
Hit em and give em astigmatism
Bigoted listeners shiver
No spitter sicker than this little ginger
I'll just hit em with the finisher
Apologies for the pent up aggression
I've just been detested, been called unimpressive, been called anorexic
Invested my music and need proof it's insured like progressive
Unless it's, another hidden message, intended to mess with
The parents of less than, fortunate children in debt by a million
Before they can remember the lines on their ceilings
Now whats more appealing?
The truth you've been hearing
Since you clicked the link and been hit with everything but the kitchen sink
In a verse you didn't think, would change the things, you wanted in hip hop
You tricks thought, you couldn't be real and you wanna make a hit drop
So you made a sick hook and then took some nonsense
And put it in a verse that just curses so constant
Your bro says I've got this, and spits off a verse that's nothing but garbage
Then you talk about hooking up with women on Molly
No guilty conscious, to me it's preposterous
For real dude, that's not what a f*ckin' song is
These rappers have just lost it
Take your verse and just toss it, I'm just being honest
Damn
Ash on the track, bitch
I'm out
A must is a must and enough is enough, when I bust, Man I bust
Rapping and stuff
Clapping and snapping at my lyrics and what,
You believe that I've done
Is much less than just some
Of the acts of passion I've enacted with my unique vernacular
Imagine a
World so spectacular
Until then I'll just rap to you as an immaculate terror to America
Holding the rap esoterica
Chilling with an Erica, at Comerica
Deliver a speech like the new candidate, as I activate my skills to aggravate
And over complicate and devastate the divided states
There's higher stakes that y'all underestimate
Never time to hesitate
Prefer to isolate my mind and take the time
To demonstrate, that another Caucasian is in the equation
It's a special occasion
The casket invasion been bringing persuasion, Leaving abrasions on all of y'all hating
Put a baby in the game, no playing but I don't screw around artificial insemination
No obligation to our backwards civilization
These cheap imitations can't pass these examinations
Beating these dicks no masturbation
And no collaboration
Ego needs deflation
Impatient and sick of debating
Been waiting for a day when, slaying, will pay off like compensation
I've been a sensation, I don't take vacations
I've always been working I am the administration
I've been fighting on the front lines, searching for that one sign
That says I should just rhyme, cut lines, no mirror or razor don't tuck nines
I've got a lyrical gat with a rattatat attack
Designed to cut a brat in half, inclined to cut a cat with facts
I'm balling like a Shaq attack, combat the whack
And come back with a dumb track to win your hearts back
Like Chris don't start that, but I don't like to hold my bars back
No last call bring a f*ckin' hard hat
The lyrical construction that I've mustered up from nothing
May still be deemed destruction to the current games functions
Additions to my division earn commission from the (F*ck it)
Shut up and listen
The demolition from a man of pale pigment
Shows the cross on my pendent has summoned power from my descendants
I've been recommended by the resented to represent the unforgiven
By using lyrics intended to be delivered in different dimensions
Take no intermission, this is an intervention
For the so-called lyricists all lacking lyrics in them
I have had the blues but I have had the rhythm
I had to think outside the box, Rapping on top of the prism
No God in the prisons, I've been on a mission
For the rap algorithm, if their hands out I give them
No more than the blank stare that blankets my emotions
Been oozing devotion, been causing commotions
Could flow like an ocean, be grounded like erosion
Or be wind blowing the coldest
But I'll bring the inferno, bound tight to my circle
Find the address like a mathematic kimono
They spit fire they're fake I'm a dragon Komodo
Been quick to hack venom, pick up momentum
Hit em and give em astigmatism
Bigoted listeners shiver
No spitter sicker than this little ginger
I'll just hit em with the finisher
Apologies for the pent up aggression
I've just been detested, been called unimpressive, been called anorexic
Invested my music and need proof it's insured like progressive
Unless it's, another hidden message, intended to mess with
The parents of less than, fortunate children in debt by a million
Before they can remember the lines on their ceilings
Now whats more appealing?
The truth you've been hearing
Since you clicked the link and been hit with everything but the kitchen sink
In a verse you didn't think, would change the things, you wanted in hip hop
You tricks thought, you couldn't be real and you wanna make a hit drop
So you made a sick hook and then took some nonsense
And put it in a verse that just curses so constant
Your bro says I've got this, and spits off a verse that's nothing but garbage
Then you talk about hooking up with women on Molly
No guilty conscious, to me it's preposterous
For real dude, that's not what a f*ckin' song is
These rappers have just lost it
Take your verse and just toss it, I'm just being honest
Damn
Ash on the track, bitch
I'm out
Writer: Christopher Johnson
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