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zaveyt - deconstruction lyrics

zaveyt-

i be throwin this poem on the mic my sk!lls growin
never slowin, cause you know that the beats flowin
i am sewing, the rap game i cut open
and i ain’t smokin, still im high, call me boeing
i’m exploding in your speakers the ones they played fade in
like a grenade that’s how i’m portrayed and what i’m paid in
it’s all homemade cause i don’t outsource
call me a blade cause i stab the game with no remorse
my bars hittin the beat like cleats on concrete
i crashed the game but still run it like wall street
elite rapper clappin actors knock ’em off they feet
cracker attackers learn they manners when they battle me
phd got a degree in beat production
zaveyt on the beat deconstruction
discussion is not needed to crown me the goat
some rappers ill, strep throat i’m the antidote
my complexity on the mic causes perplexity
i’m not a rap g i’m a rap game enemy
cookin up against me is a recipe for penalty
you’ll be dead dreadfully as i reign supremacy
you’re mentally ill not sick from bars spit by
hit the bull’s eye every time like a samurai
multiply like bill nye the science guy
tongue dry try dissin when you’re not high
my flow nasty i spit cold gold it’s flashy
i push the threshold behold cause my rhyming catchy
i’m a threat give me a grammy before i hit the limit
got a flow so wet i got clownfish swimmin in it

cheerio-

pulling up with zavey
drip locked down lookin’ rainy
got your hoe phased feelin’ daisy
told her to open wide and don’t be noisy
give me chills every time lookin’ down at my watch now that’s what call ice
when i’m at the clubs b-tch i name the price
we making plays not risking it don’t have to roll that dice
we rolling that dough though
look at my wallet so fat
you ain’t sh-t just be wack
got ya mom didn’t like her face
that’s why i’m gonna take her back
just listen to this b-ss
my bars might be weak
but i’m gonna finish this rhythm
your beats are r-t-rded lookin’ like you have down syndrome
after this gonna take ya daughter on a date
y’all sleeping on us, but i was… worth the wait
walk in all these hoes love me
yes sir i got them hooked up like a fish on that pole using myself as the bait
only 16 flippin’ patties at mcdonalds
but that don’t mean i still pullin’ baddies
lyrics make them drop there panties
getting your shawty turned up at ya party
now she on me, count it up add one another body
makin’ these beats with ray bands, not just shades
me and zaveyt go way back runnin’ this town since the 6th grade
now that’s a bond
we dappered down with that gucci fur
we shootin’ shots like james bond
ice on my wrist boutta take a p-ss
cookin’ up in the trap this drip diss
making that cheddar not talkin’ bout swiss
came through the front door seen ya mom blow me a kiss
left through her back door then dipped

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