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jay (oz) - the beasts lyrics

[intro: producer tag]
fyksen

[verse 1: jay]
sus it
the bad kid, ratchet with a mad gift
squad mob deep, the prodigy wreaking havoc
peep this rap sh+t with these dope lines + crack spit
we focus on the bars, the mainstream’s more for adlibs
i just wanna bash sh+t, find a super bad chick
solely taking actions to find out where the cash is
make a racket, anyone hating? i make ’em backspin
rafael nadal with the tactics, i’m batsh+t
uh, for these c+nts who ain’t ever heard of me
search for me in the doom hat and a jacket that’s burgundy
i’m the kinda guy who’ll lay a sixteen with certainty
k!ll the track, murk the beat, any synonym works for me
n0body’s f+cking with me ’cause i’m where the curses be
sickest c+nt out there, i should be up there where kerser be
write a verse for free but soon it’ll be worth a g
’cause you ain’t worth it g, i’m hercules but we prefer the beasts
[verse 2: shadowman]
listen, it’s getting hot in here
can you feel the way it burn in the atmosphere
release the beast just to learn you don’t lack in fear
and they never gonna learn what happened here, yo what happened here
uh, supervillain moving swift with a smooth fist
thought you caught him lacking but psyche, your sh+t is ludarcis
y’all mostly past the mark, thinking that you’ll never miss
i keep it solid, knowing i’ll never sneak a diss ‘gainst the homie
that is if you’re sure of your place inside my circle
the raidus no sp+ce for the snakes, i get real hurtful
i got your t++th ‘caught up in the apple
now you preaching useless fact like the cap on top of snapple
it makes the brain rattle how the mind is a maze
til the end of my days i’ll still be lighting up js
tryna get that extra fuel in, the shark at the table
snapping at the house and they still card dealing, uh

[verse 3: jay]
finna blow how i be pompeii
throwing shade on the shine’s like playing d on wade
it’s beyond me how you sell your soul for neon chains
just know you’ll never wake up if you sleep on jay
f+ck ot’ing od’ing, i like rapping instead
these bars pack a punch son, one whack and you’re dead
i freak beats like whoever i had in the bed
plan to be stacking bread off words from the back of my head, i’ll be fed
’cause of the legends who hear the track and say “encore”
you rappers dry without the b+tter, watch me pop corns
uncut raw, mix of az and one four
so, run for the door if you like funds or bum wh0res
i want more, but i get what i deserve
and i concur so f+ck it, take the best with the worst
jay and shadowman like red and deck on lesson learn’d
tao poetz don’t play motherf+cker, sit and obseve

- jay oz lyrics

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