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atomic - raw hustlaz lyrics

[hook:]
we ripping up the game, we some raw hustlers
we in it for the fame, we some raw hustlers
we going to the top, and we never gonna stop
we ballers, we ball-busters, we some raw hustlers
we some raw hustlers, we some raw hustlers
we some raw hustlers, we some raw hustlers
we going to the top, and we never gonna stop
we ballers, we ball-busters, we some raw hustlers

[verse 1: atomic]
i drop a beat, then i rock the mic
keep dropping beats, ’till i drop the mic
no stopping me, money on my sights
can’t copy me, cause i’m copyright
when atomic writes, i got the ego of charlie sheen, the brains of bill gates
and the strength of king kong
ya’ll are hopeless, i’ll call you hostess
cause you ain’t making any cake, ding dong
it’s obvious we gonna blow, when you know
zach, nick, fyke and i are back in here
think i got my feet wet, huh
i’m taking a bath in other rapper’s tears
so pack your bags up haters, and go to the bathroom now
cause all the cr-p ends here
you know i’m about my bread so i finna toast you
quit yappin’ we’re
back, never giving in, spitting venom and adrenaline
take my enemies and pen ’em in
my pen isn’t hesitant
to demonstrate my lyrical power
my sk!ll’s rare like kevin taking a shower
no offense to him
i came to devour the game, ya’ll sound like you have an impediment
you so scared you stuttering, call me a terrorist, i’m making dead presidents
send him in

[z-cool]
ya’ll got to be kiddin’
you hear me spittin’, now you smitten
call me the acrobat, because all the stacks i be flippin’
you know i’m making cake, but i’m not even in the kitchen
and my dough’s so breaded you can call me fried chicken
i do this for a livin’, so you know i’m a monsta’
i got a couple beats, and some verses that’ll haunt ya’
go bonkers, hustlin’ like shawn does
bet you wanna’ run back to daddy and mama, don’t ya?

[hook]

[verse 2: big nicky k]
it’s big nicky k, you know i’m gettin’ paid
kickin’ j’s or airmax, you know i’m what they starin’ at
be blarin’ that b-ss when i’m on the block
and i’m getting more change than obama’s got
atomic drops a beat and i go ham, you know i’m not a jew
demolish you ’till you stand corrected like autotune
stop! nick kemper time, i want this game forever mine
i’m like the sun, you mess with me you get burned
cause i’m meant to shine

[money maker fyke]
it’s money maker fyke, k!llin’ on the mic
like i’m k!llin’ ladies right
i may be white, but my rhymes is tight
my rhymes is nice, psych!
you know they so nasty
i’m in the fast lane, and other rappers can’t p-ss me
p-ss me the mic, i’m k!llin’ on the radios
i’m buildin’ dynasties, while you buidin’ legos
switch up the stereo, slam like rey mysterio
i’m scary, yo, cause you mess with me i finna bury yo

[atomic]
you wack when you spittin’, cuz
i’m gettin’ more chicks than a chicken does
stackin’ and flippin’ bucks, bankin’ on benjamin franklins
now read that back, and tell me it don’t make sense
if there’s no me, then there’s no rap
if you know me, then you know rap
you can never burn me, you ain’t no match
so best go back, and hang it up like a clothes rack
and i won’t back down, from the day i started i embarked on a mission
to lock this game up for my own, with my bars that are, harder than a prison
no sorrys no forgivin’, forget greater than, there isn’t an equal
we’re in our prime, so we’ll never be divisible
now finish it z-cool

[hook]

[outro: z-cool]
z-cool can make a rhyme any time
my number’s five, five plus five equals a dime
and i’m the crime
maybe a criminal
but i’m the man
peace!

leggo!

- atomic lyrics

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