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prdctdgtal - rock solid (b.o.b. is dead) lyrics

[verse 1: aaron]

put gloves on, sip juice, blue cheese, no filter
name the verse nicole simpson ’cause you know i k!lled her
i’ll demonstrate this for you, yes we can bob the builder
eat the donuts motherf+cker this the new wave dilla
bob the brain, b.o.b.’s insane, b.o.b. is dead so f+ck his name
he couldn’t see the curvature he crashed his f+ckin’ aeroplane
ice in my veins so cold, call me dolla dame
in the middle of thе night, poppin’ p+ssy soundin’ like rain
oh sh+t, it’s complex
still waitin’ on the articlе from f+ckin’ complex
what’s next? tryna be new but pay my respects
experimental drug you don’t know the effects
me and mikey got some things in common
we both drownin’ in our g+nius and we both have hit rock bottom
hopin’ soon that god will put the final nail in the coffin
but for now, we poppin’, no caution, yeah
always keep it rock solid

[pre+hook: aaron]

beats bang hard like drums in the caribbean
ten syllables, five feet, chaucerian
clean up your pack like i was genghis khan
your response can’t match all my lexicons
young risin’ star with the bars, juan soto
check the flow, my head high but i go low
rookie with the rhymes but i spit like a pro
and i’m colder than the winters in motherf+ckin’ fargo
[hook: aaron]

beat bangin’ hard like drums in the caribbean
y’all i’m a deity descended from olympians
cleanin’ up your sh+t stayin’ rock solid, rock solid
cleanin’ up your sh+t stayin’ rock solid, rock solid
let’s head back to the grotto and pop cicero
lipsh+ts, whiny b+tch, yeah, this ain’t chicago
cleanin’ up your sh+t stayin’ rock solid, rock solid
cleanin’ up your sh+t stayin’ rock solid, rock solid

[verse 2: z]

i’m flippin’ dirty birds, i’m thirty+three and a thirds
gettin’ served, or i’m forty+five, somethin’ you’ve never heard
or i’m seven eight, then i elevate and burn
effortless at rippin’ little pr+cks with written words
broken pencils on the sidewalk your penmanship is curbed
all at my enthusiasm while i’m listenin’ to your demo
rappers acting out like lil yachty’s blowin’ cellos
weird and i’m perfect like the body of the fairer s+x
hear the tires screechin’ like it’s squidward and his clarinet
are you embarrassed yet?
’cause you kinda, sorta, should be
dodgin’ all the nonsense like a tom lasorda rookie
put me in the books as a bum who shifted history
you’re another starving artist forced to learn to sit with misery
i don’t mix phrases, ego trips are dangerous
chase an old dog from h+ll, live bukowski brainless
stainless steel similies, y’all edgier than david evans
got the best producers, motherf+cker i don’t pay for sessions
[verse 3: jqueezy]

listen in, i’m only gonna say it once
i’m comin’ in with that captain crunch, the bars that punch
bringin’ heat, hear my two cents, heard your talk was cheap
silence has more eloquence than worthless speech
so close the glass jar, don’t talk carelessly
only then will you assume the power that leaves your mouth with every breath
have a little heart and say it with your chest
checkers not chess, if you’re hungry for success
think about it, but i digress
lookin’ at some dudes that’s gonna be next
funkin’ in the function, don’t see no flex
compare yourself to others, bro “watch your jet”
don’t give a f+ck about a chain, watch, or check
mic check, mic check, one two, one two
is this even a man’s that’s in this booth?
y’all get ready, pd ’bout to raise the roof

- prdctdgtal lyrics

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