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dna tru lyricist - tripolar lyrics

[intro:]

motherf-ckers, huh
oh yeah, you just think there’s a lot of motherf-ckers that do this sh-t?
nah, there’s very few tru motherf-cking lyricists
you feel me? uh

[verse:]

you’re looking at the lyrical spartacus, [?]
stab you in the motherf-cking artery, there ain’t no one as hard as me
i’m bout to hop up on the beat with harmony and lyricism
spitting from the heart, make it a part of me
pardon me, i beg your pardon, you can part it partially
a lot of rappers spitting nowadays just ain’t that hard, i mean-
they only saying “hit em with the”
only saying “pull the trigger”
“hit em with the venom” “blah, blah, blah”
“n-gga, n-gga, n-gga, n-gga”
tired of the same old sh-t, tired of the some old sh-t that you spit
b-tch, check the statistics
a chopper should be spitting the quick sh-t, the wordplay, vocab, and multiples, tisk tisk
the p-ss sh-t at the bottom of the rap barrel
me, i’m on top of the rap barrel but i’m not that sterile
i’m a little bit sickafied, rip their mind
dropping them all off in a river, right-
next to the decomposing bodies that i murdered then put up in the river the night before
see, i got a little bit of a serial k!ller mind upon a mic with no remorse
and i come up when i enter this establishment, materialism, i gotta [?] in your pores
you don’t really wanna get to f-cking with the dna, it’s tru lyricism at your door
if somebody thinking they’re bringing it better than mine, i’m f-cking them all up
call up anyone you wanna f-cking maul up
been doing this for fifteen years straight
ya’ll just sitting on the same old pedestal, balled up
catch a beat-down, [?] off the wall
pipe identical to, i behead a fool and cut all the-
limbs off, throwing them in a trash compactor
tragic after they find them boxed up and all f-cked up
just shut up and nut up before i cover in b-tter another motherf-cker running his mouth again
go inside the 9-10 in a rhyming state of mind, and i kinda wanna die em, they work their mouth again
next to me, [?], while i order me a burger with extra cheese
triple-stack beef, yeah, triple that beef
cause i love to eat meat, then i’m gone, meep-meep
i’m solar, n0body colder
oh lord, lyrical warlord spliting people with no sword
press record, watch me squash the whole world til there’s no more
suck it, “can i get a break?”, no wh0r-
if i’m getting paid for this, i split sh-t like a razor, b-tch
up in the game and i’m making the whole score
now i got a emcee standing in front of me
and i got him more nervous than a convinct in the parole board
carnivorous, remember this
you get the point like the end of my t–th, that’s [?] tripolar
telling me you’re never gonna make it from the way that i be spitting
i’m up in the game, i’m coming to get em
i gotta murder anybody stepping in my path
i shred em into pieces with the lyrics that i’m spitting
imma hit em with a minimal effort, can i get a ‘yessir”
sergeant dna, sergeant
i don’t think that there’s anyone that can f-ck with me
i don’t think that there’s anyone that can f-ck with d-
n-a, sprite and those k!ller l-y-r-i-c’s
tripolar, mixtape, k!ll the f-cking beat

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