paroles de chanson Best Rapper Alive 2 - T.Rabb

Me and shorty matching heat like it's Sadie Hawkins
She enamored by my speech I'm the slickest talking
It's ballgame for the weak the mayor back in office
I'll take the rim off the backboard like Darryl Dawkins
Adjust your lens focus recognize a pharaoh walking
The mummy returns Imhotep in the whitest forces
More money to earn, but keep this under wraps
I was ash in a urn, I died and doubled back
I really ran laps through hell and burnt a trail
My nickname is I can't lose I'll never fail
Every bar a highlight reel I freeze the cameras
And I had some cornflakes on my head you niggas dandruff
I rugar spit a shell you know how dead skin sells
Another rapper dead, I'll send his mic hand in the mail
In amazon box to his moms. I'm in my prime
I done did the Deion on sidelines from here to Guam
Real stamps in my passport, we trapped out the Newport's
These spittas lie in every verse, The truth my only news source
You know the big dogs come alive when it's time for war
Ain't no walking through this pit like a casino floor
Make him rap Jordan fives to the set
With a collar bomb strapped round his neck
If he miss a word it's a mess
And this is not a test
Shrapnel gon rip through his flesh
And tear through his chest

They know my verses word for word Rabb hall of fame
The crowd jumping like Eazy up in the derby game
Y'all was playing with water til piranhas came
Told niggas square up like the logo that's for Norte Dame
And I never bled
Fuck all these rappers talkin' but won't battle for bread
Niggas shook when they see me like I came back from the dead
Don't apologize now it's still a price on yo head, bitch nigga
King of the north I won't say it again
King of the city test the God come spar with the pen
King of the quotes to feel this dope you might need a syringe
And careful filming in my stu might get blood on your lens
It's a brutal murder
I'm in my Chevy with my sister Murda
She said Rabb you did a lot for niggas
And I watched em' fold on you when shit hit the fan
You never who fighting with you til you throwing hands
Fuck em' all, I'm crack in the flesh like dry skin
Flow get to smoking outta pocket like vape pens
Ima punch a hole through your aura just stand still
I'm covered in the blood of Christ it feel like a force field