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multiverze - battle stories lyrics

verse one:

modus operandi
shifting like several eyes
staring at one side of the story
what about the other sides?
no they can’t ignore me
the future or the previous
either history is slowly creeping up
like 8 dudes in an suv
climbing out of the seat
slamming the doors
walking towards the show suited up
masked up, gloved up
“whatsup?”
the lines long, skipped it to the front
we’re vip
we gets in first
thats how it be
obey your thrist with thе rum and spritzer
the dancefloor litup likе a disco
just like how the wrist glows, with diamonds
the djs from the islands
women are styling
“shake it gracefully”
the dude is in the corner glaring
“you’re wylding, theres so much going on and your focused on me?”
verse two:

the glare on his face could rip a hole through a surface
“all these women in the place, don’t you wanna be grilling for a purpose?”
he said: “we’ve seen you around town, we don’t like how you hold it down, its best to get the f+ck from around before your never found”
and with that, he said nothing but a word
my homie knocked him across the head with a bottle of bourb
glass shatters as he collapses
the crowd keeps dancing
this dude from the back picks up a chair and advances
smashes it over my boi
next to a dime piece that keeps jooking without loosing joy
the first guy was weak must have been a decoy
my other homie then got the glow like bruce leeroy
kicked him in the chest as he drifted to the other side of the club
the crowd parted half in his path, like they were moved by
two hands with gloves
the girls keep dancing with the glasses of bub

verse three:

fists for kicks
kicks for fists
somersault flips
leg sweeps
bodies drop
grabbed the bottle, spark it off
molatoff tossed
glass shatters fire spatters
someone releases their bladder
the crowds running towards the exists and climbing the ladders
but we’re not finished
in an arena full of flames
this guy chucks the guiness
rips off his shirt and you can see the tattooed images
my boys showed up squadded like lines of scrimmages
the other guys emerge from the fire
knocking flames off of their attire
its going down
as the building burns to the grown
the builds shattering
the guy with the tatts attacks
and gets backhanded with a backward slap
he grabs his arm and forms a lock on his neck
with his palm
jumps in the air
and slams him like an atomic bomb

- multiverze lyrics

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