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blixxack – the proem lyrics

seen the track record? i don’t gotta prove sh-t
studio on fire when i’m spittin, yeah the booth lit
only feelin me, i’m on some narcissist m-sseuse sh-t
face it, y’all be rhymin basic on that dr. seuss sh-t
what i’m on is different tho, verses biblical
unpredictable period, you know i switch the flow
quotes for days, book of rhymes look like pinterest
cut from a different cloth, the reason why y’all seem stressed
no incest, but i only f-ck with the fam
less features these days, coz i been stuck with your fans
’bout that p diddy life, i’m just uppin the bands
gold diggers lookin ready to just suck on command
yeah, i’m the man, my only inspiration is me
they don’t make a dope list, without a mention of me
been at the top for too long it’s like i’m stationary
you sweet rappers ought to work in a confectionery
bubble gum tracks won’t really make you big g
i’m in another league, so we talkin different wrigleys
this is child’s play, i’m in the booth like this is disney
i was underground, and even then they used to dig me
i could drop weeklies, like kxng crooked did
hansel and gretel witch,… i’m cookin kids
i got the recipe in the kitchen, and y’all ain’t touchin it
lyrically you servin mickey ds, and we ain’t lovin it
kfc, kampala’s finest cat
i’m feelin like simba, you know the lion is back
speakin truth, every line is a fact
but y’all be actin like exhausted runners, lyin on tracks
if you hear the word polygraph, you’ll prolly dash
n-ggas be broke as h-ll but steady talkin cash
i’m ballin on a budget, and i keep my books in balance
but if i show my bank account you’d prolly look embar-ssed
i get my hustle on, workin like slave, fam
read the bible and i learnt from jesus how to save man
ludicrous thinkin that you can cross me like a crucifix
if i lose my sh-t, you’ll prolly end up swimmin through the styx
you would think i’m movin bricks, got that dope delivery
i’m cursin on these verses, man i hope the lord deliver me
was searchin for my purpose, and i had me an epiphany
to k!ll these instrumentals and to never show em sympathy
so i rap ma a– off, like my life depends on it
if you hear a fire bar, chances are my pen’s on it
meanin the pen is on fuego just like a prison burning
spit the realest sh-t, the kind that make you wanna hit your sternum
jump on tracks with no the runnin shoes
winnin way too much, i started thinkin it’d be fun to lose
this sh-t is gold, watch me dump these jewels
rappers know the drought is comin’ coz this son is cruel

- blixxack lyrics

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