paroles de chanson I Rap Really Nice - Rekoil Chafe

I been really quiet
But my tribe need a hype
So ignite up this mic
And i rap really nice
You been on some trash
Send it back
Watch me fasten their necks
And they drop their disguise
I'm in it for the kill
Or probably make a mill
Grilling up some rappers on the side
You don't really wanna pick a side
You don't really wanna pick a side

I been really quiet
But my tribe need a hype
So ignite up this mic
And i rap really nice
You been on some trash
Send it back
Watch me fasten their necks
And they drop their disguise
I'm in it for the kill
Or probably make a mill
Grilling up some rappers on the side
You don't really wanna pick a side
You don't really wanna pick a side

Alright i gotta get up in it
I'm the greatest artist that never made it
I gotta keep it hundred
Even tho' i m underrated
And the way that this tongue be moving
I keep it flowing like the fluid
Oozing outta her genitals
And now i'm in the zone
My vocals gettin' them stomped over
Like a lawn mower
Pluck out my weed
Now blaze it like flamethrower
You bragging bands
I'm takin' the bank over
You braggin' breaking banks
But you beggin' and bent over
Bitch better call 1-0-0
This a murder
No testaments i leave no clue, quick averter
Your body out of form when my cleaver contour
I square up in a octagon, go bring your circle
Need to settle it right here
A fabulous night yeah
Lets get it ignited
With a joint and a light beer
In spite of me light headed
My brain light years
Ahead of you lames
When they might say that
This game a bitch but my pen is thick
Quick to get her wet
Came on her tits making an Eggs Benedict
This what a record is. fuck the gully shit
This the make a wish from the drainages
Boy we gutter rich
Bout send them quick to the hell and then
Commit some heinous sin
Even satan would need
Some henessy to take it in
When im done mincing them
Adrenaline settle then
Time to dispose the body
Bitter refection when i mail their friends
And i'm not sorry for their losses
Cause that's what you get if you cross me
A bible won't help or an exorcist
Imma fallen angel this is the gospel
This the raw shit, i dont talk shit
The lady that i'm with be boss bitch
No sidekicks but comrades yes
No washouts on my posse
No forfeits, no losses

I been really quiet
But my tribe need a hype
So ignite up this mic
And i rap really nice
You been on some trash
Send it back
Watch me fasten their necks
And they drop their disguise
I'm in it for the kill
Or probably make a mill
Grilling up some rappers on the side
You don't really wanna pick a side
I make your favourite rapper suicide