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eq is mean - solo act lyrics

[verse 1: eq]
lay on your belly b-tch, crawl like a centipede
ain’t got no f-ckin’ friends, all i got is enemies
i’m sick of gettin’ used so dudes can have a sicker crew
f-ck your group, got me feelin’ colder than the winter do
i’m dippin’ through, stick and move, i’m a vicious fool
i get the tool, call it microphone and grip it true
if you only knew the bullsh-t i’m grittin’ through
not to slap you in the face and vacate the b-tch in you
full clips are gettin’ spewed, through you in your living room
you ain’t dope no matter how hard you wish it, dude
i ain’t hard, but i’m harder than you
i got bars, got scars, i’m a product of truth
a living legend, or at least i f-ckin’ would be
if people weren’t so ignorant to talent on a good beat
you wanna battle rap, i’m warning you i cook beef
could be a k!lla’ if a p-ssy wanna push me.. look see..

[hook: eq]
so check me, only dude on the beat
eq, one and only, got ya movin’ ya feet
i figured out i’m all alone in making musical heat
so make moves, not the usual st–z, (uh huh)
check me, only cat on the track
i have to charge you for a verse cause every rapper is whack
stackin’ my cash up high, you ain’t holdin’ me back
so make moves, i’m solo act..

[verse 2: eq]
i keep it solo like a polaroid photo
like a whole genre of some boring -ss p-rno
like a martial artist meditating in his dojo
like i spit it but didn’t put overdubs onto my vocals
i’m the reason why these local rappers all are hopeful
little do they know that all their names are in my notebook
filed under people that i’d like to put in choke holds
cause they f-ckin’ suck at rap and actually got no jux
come and hate me, all of you f-ckin’ babies
that’s gettin’ on my nerves and deserve to get served lately
i keep a purpose in my pocket for the wishing wells
i keep the pennies for the thoughts of people wishing well
so cry crocodile cry, i got sh-t to sell
maybe if i swagger til i fall i’ll get to miss the bell
curled up, it’s cold when you’re alone, i’m thinkin’ this is h-ll
scientist or prisoner, but either way we split the cell..

[hook]

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