paroles de chanson SPIT - 30Xi

Yeah, say one, two
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Black blade, blood stain
Noose on my neck, don't wear no chain
Still got a rope but it got no karats
Your fanbase ran away you got no merit
My pain is apparent, wear it on my face
30Xi, black blade to the grave
My therapist says,"Lay off the haze"
(Nah, I'm okay, yeah)

Yeah, I need Lithium and I need Seroquel
Bitches dismiss 'em, I don't even stare at 'em
There's no comparison, I am the greatest
Feel like I'm Jesus and Abel and Satan
Know it all, Nardwuar, kickin' shit, Neymar
Where is yo' face card? I think he bitch

Boddie RoadBoy, new toy on my hip
Call up Dirty Dan if you need legal zips
30Xi need a real lethal bitch
Hooligan BonKing suck my dick
Give a fuck 'bout shit, all I know is explicit
Rap on a beat and I don't need permission

Ay yeah, pass out in a civic
She throwin' me pussy no tellin' who hit it
You muhfuckas last name 'Man'
First name 'Minute'
Don't call me John I said, "31 a minute" Bitch

Smoke in the air and I know it, i lit it (I lit it)
BoddieRoadBoys on top just admit it (just admit)
Join my fandom please stop bitchin'
Zip it, nobody wanna hear it
No contest, I'm the best, uh
Sigil mark up chest, uh
Brain burnt out need a rest, uh
Look in my eyes, am I tired? Duh

Dirty Dan taught me how to harness the mud
Unholy, disgusting and sent from above
I know at 30, hit harder than drugs
Like pills in a blunt I got death in my cup

Why these pussy boys talkin bout shit they don't know about?
The way I express myself, if I wrote it out
You know a joke now, whole crowd laugh at you, bitch
You know 30Xi a real masochist, bitch

I got my pain from a muhfuckin' baphomet, bitch
Bitch on my mattress attackin' the dick (woah)
30 spit real flame might as well call him Bic
Flow sick, insane, big blade on my hip, lil bitch, yeah

Ey, 30Xi known to switch flows up quick
Middle finger up high, I ain't posin' for no pics
Why you cryin' like a bitch? Pick a pen up and spit

30Xi known to switch flows up quick
Middle finger up high, I ain't posin' for no pics
Why you cryin' like a bitch? Pick a pen up and spit
Eugh, spit! Eugh, spit!

(Your anger and your hate)
(I think it's coming off as erratic to people)
(Passion, my passion)
(Okay your passion?)
(Is coming off as erratic to people)
(Right, well, as they must)
(What are you a doctor of?)
(Some are saying that you're bipolar)

(Wow, what does that mean?)
(I guess that, you know)
(You're on two ends of the spectrum?)
(Wow, and then what?)
(What's the cure, medicine?)
(If I'm bipolar, aren't there moments where)

Pick up a pen or a pencil I'm beggin'
The flow so depressing
Injecting some blessing inside of my veins
Mix the blood with some Jack
Snatchin' up souls and I don't give it back

My reaction is laugh, they sound trash on a track
It's a fact that I spaz
And I never feel bad about goin' so hard
Chillin' on graveside, smoke in her car
Her hand in my waistline, real Goyard

Do not approach me I dont fuckin know ya'll
HBK shortlist don't need roll calls
Nah bitch, dont need roll calls
I don't fuckin' know ya'll

30Xi known to switch flows up quick
Middle finger up high, I ain't posin' for no pics
Why you cryin' like a bitch? Pick a pen up and spit

30Xi known to switch flows up quick
And he might take your-
I never say that ha-ha (black blade)