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ishan the rapper - no prisoners. lyrics

[verse 1]
i’m, flyer than most, conceived on another plane
my, net is the gross, my funds off the chain
i’m, spittin’ magic like the name dave blaine
man my brain keep goin’ but my heart won’t change
i swear you brothas won’t stop me
i’m going on my instagram and watchin’ my copies
uh, don’t quit your day job dawg rap ain’t my hobby
man i’m flowin’ like mr. mosby the — out my lobby
my breed is endangered n0body can compare to me
i’m, livin’ good but the flow is on some leprosy
i’m loanin’ the game, best believe i’m chargin’ interest fees
this sh-t is worth a billion but i’m givin’ it away for free?
i’m out to k!ll mumble rap
how y’all suckas f-ck with that?
got all these rappers eatin’ off my crumbs like a bunch or rats
the pound-for-pound champion, y’all better pay homage
they sayin’ “ishan you c-cky” but i’m just being honest

[chorus 1]
imma, k!ll ’em all
still ain’t takin’ no prisoners
feel me (2x)

[verse 2]
man i got the game in a knapsack
my luck guaranteed, i’m under ladders with black cats and packed gats
sick of that wack-cr-p
i’ll pat you in the back till the back crack and hit you like a hand in some black jack
on the real i’m trustin’ none of these b-tches
imma cash a couple checks i’ll f-ckin’ double my riches
i’m refurbishin’ the antiquated bars that i’m spittin’
and imma bring back the old school, that’s part of the mission
n-ggas smaller than netbooks wonderin’ how my neck looks
don’t ever ask to feed you the bars, just watch the chef cook
i’ll have ’em dead shook off the break that i been took
too smart for y’all i’m screamin’ “f-ck rap” i’m writin’ textbooks
i’m screamin’ “f-ck your favorite rapper” i’m cookin’ all of you b-st-rds
i’m schoolin’ ’em get your masters
i should be mad but i’m flattered, i’m leavin’ habitats tattered
when they started hearin’ ishan they knew that their dreams were shattered

[chorus 2]
man i got, f-ckin’ blood on my walls cookin’ this sh-t up
still ain’t takin’ no prisoners
feel me

[verse 3]
i wanna, i wanna, give it up to the allah
was wearin’ z-starter while you devils wearin’ prada
imma capitalize and that’s word to my father
bro come for me face-to-face i’m sick of peepin’ through the side-eye
yeah, i bet you feelin’ upset, you jealous cuz i spit the special sh-t they never forget
the name ishan a.k.a the prime suspect
the only two things i want: rhyme, cut checks
the bars impeccable though, nose goes to goofy flows
been known to give your sister a kiss and give your mother a rose
i hate when they compare me to n-ggas f-ck a juxtapose
i’m in the pocket every single bar that i throw
at sixteen was spittin’ sixteens, was screamin’ “f-ck it”
seventeen i started the music because i loved
eighteen i’m boiling over can’t even cover it
don’t ever make me pull out and pop it i’m shootin’ buckets

[chorus 1]
imma, k!ll ’em all
still ain’t takin’ no prisoners
feel me

- ishan the rapper lyrics

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