[Verse 1 - Chaotic]
With hustle comes power: Drugs, Money, and Guns
They call me Chaos, the bad weather has just begun
Also known as Xplicit, uh um, number one lyricist
Hear this, and also listen
Freestyle Rap City Demolition
Harsh decisions
Harsh livin'
Can't sell ground to the pigeons
I'd rather sell dirt to the fishes
Who is this? Skills so deliberate
Far from ignorant, the eyes of an immigrant
Coming into the south and treated like family
But when they go into the north they're treated unequally
60 for a small clip and a couple k for a new whip
40 for a gram and 6k for a solid brick
This hoe is waistline like my pistol
Gang turf war we tryna bring out the missiles
Shoot your ass until you look like pixels
Put the bullets in your cheeks and they look like dimples
My flow is colder than a girl with cancer with no sweater in the winter weather in December with a shiver in her liver drinking on an ice cold chiller
Ugh
[Verse 2 - Metrix]
Once superstitious , with a flow oh so vicious.
I torn apart the odds me
So I'd make them even.
I sense you down with reasons of treason and chaos ,
Leaving you senseless , with no evidence.
Arrogant , overrated and far fetched ,
Absurdities with different identities , taking over the best of me
As fate calls , I'm an abstract piece of are on an empty canvas waited to be painted on , I'm always on , I'm coughing -
Kill you down with my lyrically honed skill , this is what was payed in your toll.
Nothing less or ever , so I payed it all.
Fallen kings rise and fall , a disciple of the latest.
The hustle I put into my work is apparently not enough.
Underrated nobody really caring at what I write.
But if you look through my life with my sight you wouldn't survive a night.
- You know what , I couldn't continue writing further. I'm putting down the pen until I get the rates I deserve. Metrix , Out
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