Boom, watch the sly devil spittin clean
Everytime I spit they get the rhyme but never get the scheme
Lungs dried
Tongue tied
Tryin to spit like me
My levels high you couldnt get with me
With Dymethyltriptamine
You can try if you sniffin sheen
But you'll recognize when the planets align that I been supreme
Since I was an infant seems
My pen drew with an influence of high level entities
Designing with empathy
Divine but its spiritually
J but yall divided with lies in ya history
But hold up
They said dope rhymes never get the green
Rap about hustlin
And dimes in a limousine
F*ck it I guess Im with some dimes in a limousine
But half of these broads is into diamonds and gettin bling
Thats the vibe they was givin me
Till I feel her minds right in hindsight a dimes just a 6 to me
So why settle with the breeze?
Ayyo Id rather be rhymin or designing letters to hit the streets
My grind was a gift to me
But I gotta prostitute my art its like my grind was the pimpin scene
But wait now
No take out or dining her with cuisine
Go the safe route
Get drank now
Put wine in her
Then the ween
Then I switch the mode
Rhyme level shiftin speeds
Then the clip reloads so my minds trigger gets to squeeze
Boom!
Watch the rhyme injure bitch MCs
Lyrically torn apart
He died severed ribs and knees
Spine from his hips and spleen
Im The Gooner Ace with freddy krugar traits
Climbin up in ya dreams!
But when I die will they mention me?
Thats the question that keeps me wrekin rhymin religiously
In time Ill out-spit the seas
My eyes got an inf'in (Infrared) beam
That means Im infinite
You in your minds penitentiary
Yeah, gotta escape that mental prison
Were on the dawn of an evolutionary process
The mentally dead, need to wake up
The Movement Against Neo Tyrants In Secrecy
Kontra Mantis - The Dirty 30 Lyrics
Kontra Mantis - The Dirty 30 Lyrics
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Boom, watch the sly devil spittin clean
Everytime I spit they get the rhyme but never get the scheme
Lungs dried
Tongue tied
Tryin to spit like me
My levels high you couldnt get with me
With Dymethyltriptamine
You can try if you sniffin sheen
But you'll recognize when the planets align that I been supreme
Since I was an infant seems
My pen drew with an influence of high level entities
Designing with empathy
Divine but its spiritually
J but yall divided with lies in ya history
But hold up
They said dope rhymes never get the green
Rap about hustlin
And dimes in a limousine
F*ck it I guess Im with some dimes in a limousine
But half of these broads is into diamonds and gettin bling
Thats the vibe they was givin me
Till I feel her minds right in hindsight a dimes just a 6 to me
So why settle with the breeze?
Ayyo Id rather be rhymin or designing letters to hit the streets
My grind was a gift to me
But I gotta prostitute my art its like my grind was the pimpin scene
But wait now
No take out or dining her with cuisine
Go the safe route
Get drank now
Put wine in her
Then the ween
Then I switch the mode
Rhyme level shiftin speeds
Then the clip reloads so my minds trigger gets to squeeze
Boom!
Watch the rhyme injure bitch MCs
Lyrically torn apart
He died severed ribs and knees
Spine from his hips and spleen
Im The Gooner Ace with freddy krugar traits
Climbin up in ya dreams!
But when I die will they mention me?
Thats the question that keeps me wrekin rhymin religiously
In time Ill out-spit the seas
My eyes got an inf'in (Infrared) beam
That means Im infinite
You in your minds penitentiary
Yeah, gotta escape that mental prison
Were on the dawn of an evolutionary process
The mentally dead, need to wake up
The Movement Against Neo Tyrants In Secrecy
Everytime I spit they get the rhyme but never get the scheme
Lungs dried
Tongue tied
Tryin to spit like me
My levels high you couldnt get with me
With Dymethyltriptamine
You can try if you sniffin sheen
But you'll recognize when the planets align that I been supreme
Since I was an infant seems
My pen drew with an influence of high level entities
Designing with empathy
Divine but its spiritually
J but yall divided with lies in ya history
But hold up
They said dope rhymes never get the green
Rap about hustlin
And dimes in a limousine
F*ck it I guess Im with some dimes in a limousine
But half of these broads is into diamonds and gettin bling
Thats the vibe they was givin me
Till I feel her minds right in hindsight a dimes just a 6 to me
So why settle with the breeze?
Ayyo Id rather be rhymin or designing letters to hit the streets
My grind was a gift to me
But I gotta prostitute my art its like my grind was the pimpin scene
But wait now
No take out or dining her with cuisine
Go the safe route
Get drank now
Put wine in her
Then the ween
Then I switch the mode
Rhyme level shiftin speeds
Then the clip reloads so my minds trigger gets to squeeze
Boom!
Watch the rhyme injure bitch MCs
Lyrically torn apart
He died severed ribs and knees
Spine from his hips and spleen
Im The Gooner Ace with freddy krugar traits
Climbin up in ya dreams!
But when I die will they mention me?
Thats the question that keeps me wrekin rhymin religiously
In time Ill out-spit the seas
My eyes got an inf'in (Infrared) beam
That means Im infinite
You in your minds penitentiary
Yeah, gotta escape that mental prison
Were on the dawn of an evolutionary process
The mentally dead, need to wake up
The Movement Against Neo Tyrants In Secrecy
Writer: Juan Martinez
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid