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ex-scees - jet lyrics

jet (unreleased) lyrics
(verse 1 & intro)

looking at the picture i felt i’d never paint right
need the right lead to write decent and a lil bright
rhymes to glorify my sk!llset and show em why i k!ll beats just like
crashing onto land man thats something to horrify
counting how many hours left i have on my life clock
when time stops, i’d might rob every single word in the world
to fight sn0bs, here comes the python strike an icon like me can get
your whole life on right cause i never left a session where
they shout out wife as dyk+s
my kite took flight like it jusd had legs and walked up
on the staircase, my rhymes aren’t tight but when you want to get
the pen and paper and go against me, ill be happy
to rip you in half like your 2 halves in the casket so your life is in
the mines ill k!ll 4 guys and extra one like it was the name of a
restaurant, sh+t! (get it 4+1 = 5. 5 guys the restuarant? f+ck it)

(verse 2)

but im back in it, trash kids quit or i’ll crash dont get your raps twisted
cause if they were a knot, then i’d say your f+cking wrapped in it
fat as a biscuit but my pad is just as dangerous as my pen
cause it got all the rhymes on sp+ce just like the aircraft
in the atmosphere man i can plan all these raps different
practicin to get my sk!lls to the max, let it hit
the ceiling, ruthless but not a bad villain
cause as i said you can get about half zillion kids to rip this sh+t
into bits like they were battling toy bins and traveling them across
the country or they can paddle to it

(verse 3)

i spit the most ridiculous sh+t, pens getting flipped, like a light switch, then figure which one is a b+tch, cause dog im not f+cking around or tyna be a little pr+ck like a d+ck connected to my b+lls
but thats how men is in it, stimulus and sh+t, b+tches get the flip
of the finger middle of course and that is
like to tinker with guns and trigger activates the bl!ck
head freaking spins in different directions i can’t pin
where im gonna land and my chances are little, pretty thin
dont belittle me cause that psychotic 5 year old still running in me
strapped to the chest like dungarees, packed in the vest my guns go (bink!)
tapped in the head with a couple caps, you can say that
its not lie with that
i see your auntie bleed, crash into yall, kamikaze
ive been shady dont f+ck with me
i’ll smack your lady, yeah been crazy thats how i’ve been
no wonder why your straight trash and you get no ass
like an empty seat
the pen ink quick to get your friends kicked out of the world meet god for me
i get links, your still chained to the chair
keyboard warriors with they’re lazy hair dares to comment bad
on everything that is there
i got one thing for your fingers
i’ll chop them off or don’t listen
if you dont like it
your missing the point every time so dont hate if we diss
its just they way we rappers are rhyming

- ex scees lyrics

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