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empty (rap) - lyrical tricks lyrics

[intro: mayham]
introductions? man, do people even listen to these?
why can’t we just skip these, and just get to the f-cking song?
f-ck it, i’m talking to my self, man
feels like…
kinda feels like…
this world’s just…
empty

[verse 1: mt]
haha
mt, yeah it’s me, the greatest of all great, just call me king
king kong, an overgrown beast, feast your eyes on the monster
who drops the, illest rhymes you heard, it’s all a blur
i’m the alien of the school, the one no one understood
you’d be surprised of all my all-nighters
on top of that, i’m a fighter, like mike tyson, i’m tight son, on this mic
take a bite out of this rap game, fight me
no? then bite me
you tryna shine but your dynamite ain’t light-ing
high things? you tryna get high and fly but you ain’t got no wings
when it comes to dark poems, heart filling true words
fam, i go beast mode and start growing blue fur
forget the dark rumours you’ve heard
they ain’t true, i ain’t who, they say i am, and if they say it’s true
i ain’t telling you
remember karma sees, seize the drama please
my bars extreme, you keep dreaming
my heart’s freezing cold
stay far from me, i’m a dark machine
but when it comes to god, i stand in a ray of light
people say i’m white, and say it like mayham might
and say it’s not a pleasant sight to see
so you want a fight with me? ain’t that nice to see
he says my rhymes ain’t flavourless
and y’all yapping limitless

[verse 2: mayham]
i’m ridiculous at both rap and wickedness
sticking it, cause it’s mostly hate i give, homie, my forty hour stimulus
i’ve been through my hot h-ll, no way i’m not well
i smell pot, and i’m still hot if my rap does not sell!
cause i’m someone you can’t bare, and i trap like a d-mn snare
these mans stare but never steppin’ up cause they stand scared
i should’ve ran mayor, but that chance rare
cause they dared me to make a f-cking track where i can’t swear! (haha)
but my flow’s tighter than a p-ssy
you deciding to push me
is like suicide, deadly
your style is too weak
i’m a tiger who eats
5 bison, two sheep
so you see how i do this loosely
homie, how can i not do me
you having a brain fart while my mind is racing
like i finished 5 races with my laces untied, crazy
cause in this track, gotta be mean, but i gotta be clean
so thinking i’ll back down, homie, you must be outta your weed!

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