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digit - electric relaxation (freestyle) lyrics

it’s digit
ya dig it
if ya don’t, you’re dimwitted
i’m committed
to spitting and sh-tting on n-ggas like infants
listen
if you getting figures so properly
why your money counterfeited and used in monopoly?
i could beat either race at rap, it ain’t hard for me
i’ve kicked more blacks and whites than a f-cking soccer team
boy, i’m the doctor, see? optometry
i check mate n-ggas like the philosophy of monogamy
your rhymes poor
my flow so wet it pour out
i’m the top dog
relish, onions, mustard, sauerkraut
i can’t embellish what i’m bout
i’m the underdog, but
you a no bread having n-gga
and i ain’t buns
yo, i’m crafty on a fast beat
i go dumb on a slow one
your low funds tell me you’re only ill when your nose runs
ripping lyrics like christmas gifts, with these merry flows
n-ggas tried to set me up, and i tossed em like hail mary throws
garbage pail full of porridge, can you bear with my dirtiness?
i’m pertinent, these coward n-ggas just circ-mvent
my flows go longer than goldilocks, no wonder
my puns be thicker than the strands of hair on rapunzel
muscular, ripping beats like the hulk in a onesie
come see, the n-gga dancing round you n-ggas that be clumsy
only the strong survive (guess what?) i run well
you can’t make up lost time
listen to the dumbbell
spitting lyrical bombsh-lls
entering your hypothalamus
what flow is hot as this?
alien fans gon’ klingon to this
i’mma be rapping nasty til my lungs go
aww, i made you look at the front door
emcees searching for the king of the jungle
but i ain’t lying
i’m the king here, you couldn’t prepare to compare
i don’t let them breathe, so none of them are heirs
i’m educated, say my name and express your hatred
i’m bagging jazzy hoes, i’m johnny coltrane in training
i aim to please, with h-lla st–ze, flow devilish
f-cking with digit you’ll get sh-tted on like a laxative
you need to relax a bit, or else you’ll get attacked
by the rapper with a knack for smacking up slacker-type amateurs
arche-typical rapper with the fashion of aladdin
i’m fly, it’s do or die
and i do it like the nike sign

- digit lyrics

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