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vakill - fear no mcs lyrics

[verse 1]
these styles are compelling
in acapella plus instrumentally ill, f+ck what you
sentimentally feel, i got sk!lls sent to mentally k!ll
brother emcees, i select the dot, it’s only correct if i
rectify the matter so that all heads could expect the fly
projected by s+d+stic thoughts transmitting ‘til every man
spitting up blood and me and his+panik is hundred+grand+splitting
so plan quitting ‘cause when i stand bitten, hitting, and your freestyle’s
in heron, i take a stand sh+tting. yo, that ain’t there kidding
my sk!lls’ll leave just about any emcee flabbergasted
grab a casket and save all that drama and jibber+jabber, b+st+rd
you’s another fatality that the antagonist
tolls up while tagging his toes up for a quick burial
when in stereo, i reach brothers’ souls, preach of disposed foes
biting each other’s flows and leave ‘em bleeding like bleach+color clothes
my attacks king, crack spleens through yellowbacks clean
calling me wack seems harder than grabbing aids vaccines
your ass wack, screams when i make blood spill again while kicking
your ass to the curb like a spectator at bud billiken
your flows’ll never grow to ripe, so blow the pipe of this prototype
flow to snipe, clean+up in aisle five, got some blood and flow to wipe

[hook]
vak!ll fears no emcees on this planet
as far as i’m concerned (“i’m the best, god d+mn it”)
vak!ll fears no emcees on this planet
as far as i’m concerned (“i’m the best, god d+mn it”)
vak!ll fears no emcees on this planet
as far as i’m concerned (“i’m the best, god d+mn it”)
vak!ll fears no emcees on this planet
as far as i’m concerned (“i’m the best, god d+mn it”)
[verse 2]
getting my whole card of clout pulled? that sh+t is doubtful. i’m ‘bout
full of ducks that just wanna shout bullsh+t lyrics on every
mic he gets. whatever ‘k!ll strike, he wets, most likely vets
so death [?] getting they f+cking [?] all on they nike sweats
you getting check minus the stubs and loot, you substitutes
getting done over dubs and loops, i love disputes, so if you f+cking
scrubs’ll shoot a diss direct at me, aim better than your p+ss
trajectory, p+ssies like you’ll get tooken out like hysterectomies
you’re on my nuts tighter than cheapskates for keepsakes
my flows get all you publishers clearing house like the sweepstakes
my clinically ill flows chemically still wet your gimmicky sk!ll
if i’m so wack, n+gga, why the f+ck you persist to mimic me still?
a semi could k!ll, epidemic until competition is as
hardly found as hair on the f+cking head of charlie brown, but
eventually, i cremate him and burn, creating
my urn for dumping all of his ashes and simmered flesh
and skin and tissue when i diss you ‘cause f+cking with the best
ain’t beneficial, and from the looks of this ass+whooping, it’s been official

[hook]
vak!ll fears no emcees on this planet
as far as i’m concerned (“i’m the best, god d+mn it”)
vak!ll fears no emcees on this planet
as far as i’m concerned (“i’m the best, god d+mn it”)
vak!ll fears no emcees on this planet
as far as i’m concerned (“i’m the best, god d+mn it”)
[verse 3]
when verbals of the likes accost him, n+ggas that’s microcosm
don’t know half the pain, touching the f+cking mic’ll cost him
[?] and i see [?]
i’m the last n+gga, i’ll throw a face, i show a grace and sk!ll
that’ll k!ll at a fast or slower pace, my flow’ll waste ‘em
down to the letter whether it’s capital or lowercase, so
i’ll f+ck your flows ‘til eternity stops, put that b+tch
in maternity tops, it’s my turn to see props as emcees’ll
eternally rot and externally got burned up and started
when it’s infernally hot, verbal cataclysm data is
embedded when my style switches fast, so after you lose
i’ll rub it in like nut on a p+rno b+tch’s ass
challenger, what? if a n+gga forty tried, the fortified
done make your ass hang it up quicker than jordan did 45
so record me live, +n+lyzing my rhymes are serpentine
to interpret, mad b+tch, you better off swallowing turpentine
follow every [?] and find competition of all [?]
dress up in cross+drag, you f+cked up trying to force flag
i’m breaking d+cks up like divorced f+gs. g, the only place
you getting five mics is up the ass, not a source mag

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