revelations of a lyricist

Singer:papoose

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behold lyricism

haters try to cremate him but he still exist

i'm limitless

envision this is genesis

i'm sippin' cris

spittin' this 'til i'm spiritless

welcome to the revelations of a lyricist

haters try to cremate him but he still exist

i'm limitless envision this is genesis

ima rep thug-a-cation 'til i'm spiritless

the revelations of a lyricist

i can't breathe!

i got the smell of death in my nose

blood stains

i got this nigga flesh on my clothes

the best kept secret

thought that i would never be told

sit back and watch the clever unfold

level your flows

cuz when it comes to them bars nigga

i'm godzilla

when its time to sing songs

i'm king kong

when its time to lace tracks

i'm aids black

motherfucker i'm a monster

you wanna move a lot of work in ya hood i'll be your sponsor

take half or all o' ya bread like we was partnas

collect my money in envelopes

like i'm a mobsta

walk through this concrete jungle like i was kontra

like dreadlocks i'm at the top of the roster

hit 'em up and give 'em a seizure like i'm a barber

come through and put in that work with the revolver

you wont

i would like tiger but aint a golfer

i dont gotta hear your album cause i'm the author

wrote the period

the question mark

and the comma

wrote the first

second

and the third part of the saga

yeah i hear 'em say they go hard

but i go harder

yesterday

the day before

today and tomorrow

i blood sweat and tears

shit piss and saliva

bought the pacifier

the stroller

crib

and the walker

shine getting darker

you aint gimme a dollar

no drama

when i see you i say thats my son

not cause you my man

cause i'm ur father

got a lot of verses

more hooks than tarver

underground king like arthur

you find me on the block deadin' niggaz on sales

dont even bother

and your customer chose me cause mines is harder

next time you bag up make 'em larger

cause i robbed ya

your sale dead like you need a charger

daily departa

i'm known to bang that tool

papoose

you aint never heard a name that cool

spittin sixteen bars i'ma change that rule

somebody with no bars musta made that rule

the industry owe me a lot

this a payback move

ride the track like a maybach

smooth

they say text jam on you

but you gotta pop your gun right

you goin mess around and get popped you dumb hype

they guns jam up when it's time for the gun fight

cuz they get so nervous they cock they guns twice

what would you do if they had a plot for your life

and all you really had was a glock and one mic

papoose

walk through they blocks with them ice

go to they pizza shop

and stop for one slice

get some garlic on the top and one sprite

now thats enough time to pop if you want right?

but if you ever pull out a ox be dumb nice

cuz i'll stab ya whole flock with one knife

they mad cause i got more checks than air nikes

if i want it

i cops it on site

when it comes to spending money i stop at no price

i take a long time to stop spinning like the last dice

that four powerful enough to drop both y'all

had a whole block flooded with the high most squad

i could see straight through you like a hydro jaw

my gun bust like i aint got no car

a lyricist

when i look in the mirror i see a rhyme

when i'm pushing my whip

i see a rhyme

when i'm sexing my chick i see a rhyme

and weverytime i squeeze my dick i pee a rhyme

why ya man so washed up if he could rhyme

i got enough bars to give you a three to nine

the supremacist is ceremonial

masters in lyricist

deliver poetry

vogulty above vintriliquist

with splendidness gave thug-a-cation a genesis

put an end to this senselessness.

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