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em3 - lock & load lyrics

let me get back to where i left it, studied flow in okinawa now i’m back & resurrected
beat every opponent i’ve come in contact with
impressive as time progresses i’m destined to shine in seconds
like i’m soon to swipe a necklace
clocks tickin; commited to these writtens till’ this life is non-existant cuz my mind is on a mission
see i ain’t scared of death, i’m scared of being forgotten
to have my body rottin’ in the bottom of a coffin with n0body bumpin’ my sh-t
cuz i never got it poppin’
so ima give em’ a sense of h-ll, make sure they never (word twist: excel/exhale)
not excel, homie i said exhale
prevail where other’s fail & keep my circle small as cells
from start to finish, my bars are authentic- i lived it the vivid picture descripted in all these writtens
conflicted with crash collisions from critics to naggin b-tches
and all these people from my past who tryna step into my ring
keep it shut, you don’t know me, i ain’t the same dude i used to be
utilize the fuel in me to bring an end to you and me
street light’s the only rapper who’s ever given my -ss chance
as for all you swag f-gs, stop askin to collab, cuz
1, you ain’t as good as me
2, you ain’t got fans
3, shut the f-ck up before i verbally kick ur -ss
((–bridge–
lock, load, tell the rap game to give it up and let it go
x2
everybody in my city finally knows my name now
you can’t do what i do cuz i rule the underground))
so who’s supposed to lead the youth? these douches ridin’ penny boards who beg for rt’s & using followers to gain some more?
naw, i’m here to put an end to this, a nemesis to excorcists, perfectionist of wrecking sh-t
never dumb it down, i say it like it is, in a room with stupid clowns
in pursuit to make it big
shoutout to all the og’s, from krs to black sheep, i’m
tryna be a factor yeah a maverick during draft week
now i’m back b, running’ tracks like athletes
& casually just stashin plans for stacking up these casualties
every rapper from the ie, i’m calling’ out, cuz you ain’t tight as me i’m boutta be the hottest out
thinkin’ that you got it cuz you ripped a couple shows, but those videos you dropping’ yeah n0body’s cl!cking those
and don’t think that i’m afraid to drop your name when on the mic
remember calling’ me that night, and begging for a shoutout? then had the nerve to spit a diss when i declined and turned you down
so don’t be mad i’m finally doing it, show respect & get to moving
((–bridge–
lock, load, tell the rap game to give it up and let it go
x2
everybody in my city finally knows my name now
you can’t do what i do cuz i rule the underground))
i’m makin’ mo’ dough than old friends who p-ssed & graduated
so f-ck school, i dropped out & got to paper chasing
music’s my main b-tch, i’m tryna stimulate the cl-toris
little nemo in a dream it’s only me myself & icarus
so first things first f-ck the rillest, i’ll burn the house down & the whole entire village
attraction m-ssive fans cuz my style is so appilin
yeah you know my sh-t is rill (real) when all these people say they fill it
(lemme k!ll it)
a hannibal slashin’ cattle dismantle ya adam’s apple
the last when it comes to battle no paddle my tempers shallow
i’ll channel my inner jackal detaching my silver shackles
then travel across the gravel & grapple the highest castles
make my compet-tion forfeit, break em’ like they porcelain
a contortionistic lyricist s-d-stic in his own ways
i blow brains like cobain while you sitting & getting no plays
you no names are so lame, bragging ’bout ur gold chains
swagger to the maximum but sweeter than some yoplait
i’m propane, flow flames, doper than some cocaine
had a rumbly in my tummy since my mom was watching soul train
don’t take these raps for granted handicappin’ kaiser sosay

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