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based father - pursuit lyrics

[verse 1: based father]
underneath the stairs smoking like i’m harry potter
based father, i f-ck your baby mother and your daughter
with water, i turned to a gremlin, a monster
smoke a bag of gr-ss then i’m cooking on some pasta
never to pause away, was a constant trait, of my thought process mind move like marmalade
i’m so smooth with these tools that i use
never fought the news just to support all my views
i spy, a path to the limelight
i’m not focused on the paper so i’m fine
my rhyme scheme, sketching, a crime scene
lead to be the chalk with eyes revising???
with high c, sipping on high c, not an icee
spicy, when i pop off its never blandly
like sandy cheeks, i got on a sp-ce suit
face it i’m out in sp-ce, boy you in pursuit
[verse 2: based father]
based, get it tattooed on my face
i’m loud like the choo choo on the train
gettin wild freestyles, all decisions with precision
i just hit em with my vision turned to liquid
b-tch your mine ??? hit them with a sickle don’t you get the signal
i’m flying to your house armed with missiles
malcolm in the middle with the boys i don’t play with toys all my weapons real don’t get your -ss destroyed, soy
in your diet got you looking fried, ride
when i hit the vibe i spend some time, write
got a pocket watch just to see the seconds wasted
try to roast me when you flexing with some asics
face it, i’m k!lling any beat my mind is blazing you basic
i’m icing on the cake you just some raisins
[interlude]
i see loads and loads of cash in their banks, i see guns, with extended clips; they don’t even fit the guns, in their trousers. what it’s trying to say, “i’m so tough, don’t mess with me, or the baddest will pull up on your block”
[verse 3: conman]
shoot, rappers get the scoop when they’re rapping to the loop their -sses get the boot
fruits, cartoons, and bar zooms like that’s cute
my bars bloom in large blooms like tatsu
look, you better grab a book a got rhymes in the locker doctor check up on my foot
i grab the mic and then check it like a swoosh
kick it so hard like my leg had on a hoof
hit em in the head kick em dead up in the tush
mush, casket pressed up in that tush
whoosh, look who said i give a whoop
con like a crook pop my head up from a bush
get a whiff of the dishes it settles when it cooks
my bars straight flavor taste better than it looks
look, we like bros in them suits warm up snap off like pros shooting hoops
who should thought my flow should go into groups
rolling with my snoops, bowl smoking like a suu
super troop, got bars like old coupes
shoots and ladders got rappers in pursuit

- based father lyrics

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