imazin – blvck hoodie rapp lyrics
(intro)
c-ck & blast through ya barriers
ain’t a skinny n-gga scarier
set fire to your interior
scatter missiles throughout ya area
i told hip hop when i see her..
“oh i’m a m-th-f-ckin’ marry ya”
she said
“this path you walks a scary one but i want you here more than anyone”
(verse)
but f-ck all that subliminal sh-t
all i need is weed p-ssy poetry & licorice
& that’s the realest sh-t
flyer than icarus, my money flipping like gymnasts
i’m ya cash flow’s nemesis evil to the residents, flip that
pop cartridges like my nintendo did..
no gameboy these ain’t no play toys heh
you n-ggas’ll never sit next to my pedestal
f-ck around & end up with extra medic bills
sh-t
my boy spit but check the way his metal spill
send slugs crawling at ya fillings molars & they brain peeling
i don’t aim i’m a deranged villain
wildfire
i don’t give a motherfrrruck what i’m hitting
make juice out of the blood drippings
k!ller spitta intentions skipping steps & stabbing n-ggas with pencils
schizophrenic all these voices in my head is hurting, damm…
sh-t these n-ggas looking for bullsh-t well i’ll church em
& you could take that line however its worth to ya
i been screaming f-ck the game like curtis was
they trying to underpay us mind to be courteous
like i’mma act out ‘cus they trying to murder us
big dog, spitting fire
3 flows at a time n-gga the cerberus
na scratch that..
i’m hercules lift the whole universe
god dammmmm
n-gga with the bracelets speaking
ill smack you with my right call that sh-t the bracelets speaking
i’m a fire breather, tell spyro i want my feature
spiral n-gga like ps3 cd’s son or a dvd does
middle finger’s screaming “f-ck yo mp3’s bruh”
i’ll spit a scripture speaker
f-ck a latina with dsl’s like dell n-ggas want war i get it cracking like egg sh-lls
n-gga this that never swagga jack sh-t real rap sh-t smack brad pitt & grab back angelina
i’m angelic on these features
resurrect a beat from the grave keepers
then beat they brains back down to amnesia
& rob they sneakers
beam lighters & cans of kerosene to em
can’t even say i’m nice, do it to mean to em
but i’m chillin aye i’m chillin heavy sour diesel
eyes evil, eye lids low fade
been screaming f-ck a white power, cocaine
burned k!lled & gone, roaches
now my m-th-f-ckin weight up, roze, ayee pop that
smack ya head against the wall & watch you bob back
sneakers sponsored by jordan run it like a bobcat
supreme hat ‘cus this hipster rap
you only rock with bums like a sixer hat
sh-t use to be sweet when n-ggas spit a rap then i came & n-ggas been getting bitter with they chitter chat
gimme a att-tude, & im’a get a bat
gimme a att-tude, & im’a get a strap
gimme a att-tude, & im’a get you schmacked
say something muhf-ckaa
black hoodie rap
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