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gatch - first impressions lyrics

i act independently like wade wilson
raping beats like bill cosby with eight pills in
a christian who spits sin but hailed as a boss
a face full of lies like i’m nailed to the cross
drop fire like napalm with ghostface features like raekwon
i save the best for last and this is day one
rapping like my honour is measured
when i submit submissions your tapping like conor mcgregor
ignore the facts that im mathematically more than maths
my lyrics get -n-lysed like p-rnagraphic photographs
i leave the mic broken as often as i leave dyk-s chokin
i dont think i just do it like a nike slogan
people de-cypher my lyrics like a scrabble score
when i was in third grade i wanted to murder macklemore
my wordplay is rare like a slavery smile
im as controversial as steven averys trial
or like jet fuel and steel beams i act on my real dreams
people feel me like adam johnson feels teens
i just juggle the facts you struggle in raps
i shake the world like the brussel attacks
or on the mic i act in malice like the attack on paris
i write with a terror wrist that can’t help but embaress
i put mc’s under pressure like a priest in a creche for
at least a week until his secrets leak in molester gestures
i’m at an early late knocking on the pearly gates
when i create a new track i leak at jennette mccurdy rates
my rhymes make viral scares
i make heads spin like spiral stairs
forcing you to go to church and plead with suicidal prayers
when i rap i’m as open as a gots wrist
i leave listeners minds blown like a plot twist
i run this metropolis kicking down doorsteps
on the mic i come prepared like durex
its effortless i catch attention like a leapord dress
i murder letters and leak quicker than a shredded chest
i hold the mic like a lightsaber in a yoda stance
all eyes on me like i’m a b-tch wearing yoga pants
you have to pause me just to applaud me
i f-ck the game from behind with my style like its doggy
your style is pathetic you’ll never even taste mine
chances slimmer than an anorexics waistline
you stammer when its game time, i got everyone intimidated
when i step to beats my breath defeats and not a minutes wasted

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