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britchen - rap orismos lyrics

yea
its britchen
juaino on the beat
yea
hehehe

[hook]
rap orismos
systimata rap gat
punchlines, wordplays, metaphors
you gat that?
if you ain’t gat none o’ these
bruv you gat not’n
flows, rhymes, f-ck it, delivery
(×2)

i am hip hop/
hip hop’s bishop/
im taking the ladders, no way these rappers gone keep up/
this is real talk/
branded with reebok/
if ma bang is your headache, sorry, thats why i do it/
to be a headache to you f-cking wacks and make you lose it/
if you jump on a beat and all you really do is screw it?/
you are not needes in the world of music/
i could mix rap with fuji/
i just know how to fuse it/
i could make it sound sweet, you cannot refuse it/
see ma punches stabbing/
n-gg-s cowering from fights like they dabbing/
you ain’t doing rap with me, no! you just blabbing/
your punches gat no head, i see tails wagging/
i dey spit, i dey spit like indian man wey chew tobaco/
listen alovato/
ma bars real steel, this b-tt boxing/
if yours are not in league, n-gg- we’re not balling/
cos your still down, cannot call you an up-coming/
real rap to your ear is like the sun scorching/
and you really thought you been running bombs buddy?/
no. your on a thread mill son, you’re not running/

[hook]
(×3)

professor britchen, my works gat cl-ss/
gat -rs-nal in ma pocket, its war at last/
its me against these wack -sses, the bomb gats blast/
drops so dope and yeah, ma words ran fast/
n-gg-s screaming, “we want more, act fast”/
now i raise ma shoulders high buh i’on play rugby/
ma rap’s bam, ain’t no way y’ll f-ckers can rob me/
you should be on bunmi davies cos your rap’s funny/
wanna be the one
teleport from the past/
to school these dawgs on the world of rap/
leaving with the mic at the back of the booth/
and never let another with the wack go smooth/
don’t expect salutes from me because your drops loud/
pulling my cap for you is death n-gg- am kung lao/
your blood dey hot but am rap orismos, better calm down/
i raise the goals high, this is basketball/
cage you on both sides, you in a bracket son/
this is me, hip hop, you can wrap it up/

[hook]
(×1)

am the rap orismos, n-gg- you should stack that/
already proved ma worth, f-cker, where your bars at/ (aahh)
if we dont feel your sh-t, sorry then you wack sir/
this is for the real heads with cap sir/
doesn’t fit on you? uh. your head fat sha/
or it just might be too small to head a blast, man/
rap is creativity/
relativity/
its lyricism with the maximum capacity/
we the ones who bend it, we got agility/
we know how to use it, we got ability/
never going off and on, i got stability/
i got stability/
i got stability/

[hook]
(×2)

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