Crashin' OVO I spit this laughin'
Only Kobe knows how quick it happens
Blastin' phony foes while bitches strapped in thrashin'
Given this has-been a decade to fix his rappin'
Mix n' matchin' ghost-writers
Leavin' no sight of talent's found
Or balance to the sound
Even huffin' smoke, I light her, puff, blow, still more cutthroat
You suck and blow, I know you're no fighter,
Just a punk hoe flushed from a cunts hole
No one, Cole can't top it neither
Rocket shots of Ether
Even knock this Preacher talkin' quality
Cocky slob can follow me to an early Halloween
Girly following can surely swallow me, too
Dude, screw it, there's no more coddling
Rappin' actin' like we crown the greatest off who sounds more basic
You're just mistaken
Furthest from makin' real shit with purpose and honor
Blatant complacency versus the genre
Verses worsen when on a ego-trip
Forever ego-less even when I'm cee-lo rich
Know exactly where I stand and stood
Y'all would trash me in a can if you could
But, factually, bitches, I am the new "good"
I'm up in pen game
You f*ckin been the same for ages
Imma take your pages out the history books
Gist will be flaming garbage,
Literally crooks givin' me looks sinners be shook 'cause this winner, he cooks
Shit'll be shook n' you're lookin' at the motherf*cker responsible
The other bunch are so comical-ly animated
Vámonos, and I made it out alive
No doubts in mind
South decline of the mainstream
I'm 'bout to rise, it may seem
Caught all three daydreamin' and got 'em leavin' 'em free to rot
I see the shot, I take it
Rhymes are placed and mind starts racin'
Undergrounds thunderous sound ain't for iHeart stations
The mines aren't caved in
Don't waste airspace, we conserve it
Face-to-face we assert it
Worded lyrically
That's what we're all here for isn't it?
Stay vigilant
F*ck Fake, Fold World, and this Ken doll
None of you f*ckin frauds would last single battle in the underworld. You're not the same kind of animals. We're hungry down here. You do nothing but dilute the airwaves with your f*ckin lies and your basic rhymes. Collaborating with the same wack artists you're supposedly here to protect us from. You're no better. Just another one of them, and that's how you'll be remembered, you f*ckin' f-ggots... Signing off, this is linqsikks. Fire back, I dare you to... bitch
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Crashin' OVO I spit this laughin'
Only Kobe knows how quick it happens
Blastin' phony foes while bitches strapped in thrashin'
Given this has-been a decade to fix his rappin'
Mix n' matchin' ghost-writers
Leavin' no sight of talent's found
Or balance to the sound
Even huffin' smoke, I light her, puff, blow, still more cutthroat
You suck and blow, I know you're no fighter,
Just a punk hoe flushed from a cunts hole
No one, Cole can't top it neither
Rocket shots of Ether
Even knock this Preacher talkin' quality
Cocky slob can follow me to an early Halloween
Girly following can surely swallow me, too
Dude, screw it, there's no more coddling
Rappin' actin' like we crown the greatest off who sounds more basic
You're just mistaken
Furthest from makin' real shit with purpose and honor
Blatant complacency versus the genre
Verses worsen when on a ego-trip
Forever ego-less even when I'm cee-lo rich
Know exactly where I stand and stood
Y'all would trash me in a can if you could
But, factually, bitches, I am the new "good"
I'm up in pen game
You f*ckin been the same for ages
Imma take your pages out the history books
Gist will be flaming garbage,
Literally crooks givin' me looks sinners be shook 'cause this winner, he cooks
Shit'll be shook n' you're lookin' at the motherf*cker responsible
The other bunch are so comical-ly animated
Vámonos, and I made it out alive
No doubts in mind
South decline of the mainstream
I'm 'bout to rise, it may seem
Caught all three daydreamin' and got 'em leavin' 'em free to rot
I see the shot, I take it
Rhymes are placed and mind starts racin'
Undergrounds thunderous sound ain't for iHeart stations
The mines aren't caved in
Don't waste airspace, we conserve it
Face-to-face we assert it
Worded lyrically
That's what we're all here for isn't it?
Stay vigilant
F*ck Fake, Fold World, and this Ken doll
None of you f*ckin frauds would last single battle in the underworld. You're not the same kind of animals. We're hungry down here. You do nothing but dilute the airwaves with your f*ckin lies and your basic rhymes. Collaborating with the same wack artists you're supposedly here to protect us from. You're no better. Just another one of them, and that's how you'll be remembered, you f*ckin' f-ggots... Signing off, this is linqsikks. Fire back, I dare you to... bitch
Only Kobe knows how quick it happens
Blastin' phony foes while bitches strapped in thrashin'
Given this has-been a decade to fix his rappin'
Mix n' matchin' ghost-writers
Leavin' no sight of talent's found
Or balance to the sound
Even huffin' smoke, I light her, puff, blow, still more cutthroat
You suck and blow, I know you're no fighter,
Just a punk hoe flushed from a cunts hole
No one, Cole can't top it neither
Rocket shots of Ether
Even knock this Preacher talkin' quality
Cocky slob can follow me to an early Halloween
Girly following can surely swallow me, too
Dude, screw it, there's no more coddling
Rappin' actin' like we crown the greatest off who sounds more basic
You're just mistaken
Furthest from makin' real shit with purpose and honor
Blatant complacency versus the genre
Verses worsen when on a ego-trip
Forever ego-less even when I'm cee-lo rich
Know exactly where I stand and stood
Y'all would trash me in a can if you could
But, factually, bitches, I am the new "good"
I'm up in pen game
You f*ckin been the same for ages
Imma take your pages out the history books
Gist will be flaming garbage,
Literally crooks givin' me looks sinners be shook 'cause this winner, he cooks
Shit'll be shook n' you're lookin' at the motherf*cker responsible
The other bunch are so comical-ly animated
Vámonos, and I made it out alive
No doubts in mind
South decline of the mainstream
I'm 'bout to rise, it may seem
Caught all three daydreamin' and got 'em leavin' 'em free to rot
I see the shot, I take it
Rhymes are placed and mind starts racin'
Undergrounds thunderous sound ain't for iHeart stations
The mines aren't caved in
Don't waste airspace, we conserve it
Face-to-face we assert it
Worded lyrically
That's what we're all here for isn't it?
Stay vigilant
F*ck Fake, Fold World, and this Ken doll
None of you f*ckin frauds would last single battle in the underworld. You're not the same kind of animals. We're hungry down here. You do nothing but dilute the airwaves with your f*ckin lies and your basic rhymes. Collaborating with the same wack artists you're supposedly here to protect us from. You're no better. Just another one of them, and that's how you'll be remembered, you f*ckin' f-ggots... Signing off, this is linqsikks. Fire back, I dare you to... bitch
Writer: Dylan Mason
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid