paroles de chanson Yes I Can Actually Rap, You Fucking Idiot (Freestyle) [Prod. LeftField] - Prxjek

I'm gonna be totally honest,
I did not have any time to write to this song.
I literally just recorded like four songs
Last night but I know you guys wanted boom bap so

Ay, yo, I'm freestyling
No
Big cannons is what we firing
I stay silent on these rappers
Velociraptor, I smack and whenever I do this
I no Catholic, but I these rappers, I'm the protagonist
Antagonist, put they body in an ambulance,
Stab in the abdomen, 'stead of panicking in the back of it
Hit 'em with a gun of the butt, the mannequin
My flow is sicker than cancer is, sicker than hepatitis
When I spit this viciousness, this wickedness better recognise it
Genocidal with the flow, killing the rappers on the microphone
Hit this shit like taekwondo, shock your bitch like Olympic
Lightning bolts from my Olympus,
My Olympic, boy, when I spit this shit
I'm vicious with this, prolific, gift this shit, extinguish it, flames
All these rappers lames, listen to what I'm saying, Super Saiyan
When I rap this shit, boy, swear to God,
I'm matter of fact, uh,
Ultimate attack, killing the rappers, I analyze raps
Never stopping and swinging the blade like I'm Samurai Jack
Swinging the sword, man, I'm bringing the these pussies
Matter of fact, I go back in time to you as a child and
Suffocate you with your own
Umbilical cord, what the fuck's up with that?
Hang you up like a punching bag, punch you 'til my lungs collapse
Never mind, I meant to say 'til your lungs collapse then I meditate
When I spit this shit then I
Separate to send your body to Heaven's gate
Decapitate you, I hate you
I don't really give a fuck what you say, boy, your shit ain't true
My flow is sick, I need a doctor's vaccination
While I spit this shit, I swear to God, this is a proclamation
All these rappers hating, no matter what they say
'Cause I get to bust in like ejaculation or masturbating
I don't really give a damn what they say
I need a damn vacation when I rap this shit
'Cause these rappers
Never stop and I swear to God
I accelerate when I spit this shit
Yeah, my flow ripping through the ligaments
Real quick, when I
Never stop and I swear to God
I cut the wings off of an angel, put 'em through the sky
When I spit this shit, my flow is colder than a bottle full of ice
When I get up on the mic, swear to God, I'm in my Prime.