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c sharp - punch lines (demo) ft. cjamez lyrics

[cjamez]
i’ll rap random flows, yo i can’t think of no sh-t
i’ll get it when immana get it then immana mix it like a potion
in it to win it whenever i spit it and whenever i am into the minute i’m ripping up edison edit and bettering sl1ck sicknesses i am flowing
you think your track sounds hot, i shout not
it probably isn’t, i’ll leave your body st-tches, you f-ck slobby snitches
my flow is self-ferocious and it probably still bodies this
your flow puts souls to sleep, real quick like bill cosby’s b-tches
i still body tracks, i spill body stacks on the back of the track, where the punch line shotties at?
you can’t stop us, you ain’t even close to where the mark be
without the beats and auto tune, try to compare to the sharp-c
i could go make a better shake in the system
i have flows you tried to go and replicate but you didn’t
in a minute i’m winning i’m getting every bit i that i didn’t then i’ll hit it, the sh-t is exquisite, kid

[c-$harp & cjamez]
when emcees act like they’re signed
but they don’t even know how to rhyme
get ready for the punch lines!!!
when emcees act like they’re the guide
but theyre lying to the whole enterprise
get ready for the punch lines!!!
when emcees act like they shine
but they don’t have luminescence
get ready for the punch lines!!!
when emcees act like their vocals are all dry
but they use autotune all the time
get ready for the punch lines!!!

[c-$harp]
okay many rhymes aren’t easy, like the rhymes of c j a m e z
accept that i have a right to make a song, even after night
laughter turned to fright, aftermath is a hurting fight
between the master and the one in fright, gets burned in light
my rhymes are divine, this time your not sublime, i’m above thine
i shine brighter than electricity applied to brine
sodium chloride and water combined, my drumming is fine
your guitar strumming is dry
no reverb to add that extra sight of sigh to the listener guy’s eyes
i fry like a knife or a scythe
don’t get a battle hyped, because it could be the last life of a fast type
unimportant, unconformant with sunny d’s suboridants
your coordinants on graphs are boring like an accordion
freeman morgan can’t even tell you a story
for you it’s obligatory you rap for me
you as corny as the harvest morning
adjourning chess like a score boarding

[cjamez]
get em and go
i am you again, two of them
aluminum, doing the do-it list
if you want to spew with this rhythm and flow
people never heard of this murderous art
lurking in dark places, as i put bloodstains in these rough pages
and if this gets gold it ain’t gonna rust, ain’t it?
rhymes i say there’s not enough placed in
or filled in these billion plus pages
so if you believe in this
i don’t care, you can even kick the wall
get p-ssed off, rip a jaw, jump off a building
and risk a distant fall
or hang on the top of a bar and rip your blisters off
but after this it won’t be an accident
like, “i called 9 1 1 but i think they missed the call!”
i’m lost and i’m spitting nonsense on this explicit content
this beat i’m lost in, you’re probably wondering
“who is this?” i’m only doing this because i like to offer
good music, i don’t make a profit off it, not even a dollar
i don’t even know what to say, i’m crossing lanes
so i’m often not going off the page

[c-$harp]
try to seek a beat, i take a fleet in a manner discrete
damage your sh-t, savaging rap spit, that line sent straight to your cabbaging packaging
reasonably making hits, shaking pimps, damaging me
ain’t savagery, no actually i am the boss, of the mad emcees
you’re manually very averagely, annually, gradually mad at me
i will godd-mn ban your fantasy crew, matter-of-fact don’t ask me to
a boasting about roasting someone on the west coasting
i supposing that yours and someone’s flows are wack
don’t hold or shut me back when i go attack the whole drumming track
i flow like money stacks, you be no body, you arrested cardiac
best that you step from the artifacts of hardcore rap
chart more tracks like walmart store racks, but they attract more packs who got the knack
for this attack, you missing facts from christopher’s raps
missing four wack emcees and heavenly checks for cash, you’re still evil
christopher sacchi heavily affecting real people

[krs-one (scratched)]
punch lines!!!

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