Ziplite: Up on the
creek, gold knuckles appear.
Cops are shaded their bullets
unable to pass my shades.
Where's your knuckles at,
about to slaughter on a stage.
DeadBlazor: Was it great?
Ziplite: Yah just give me a chance to
write it out before I go insane.
This is that old school
boom bap, the boom is to your
face the bap is for your
straight hit.
DeadBlazor:
Ziplite: You wish to be me,
but you're not me because you never
made a album did it fit, like my clothing
this is sik a new sick-change.
I'm done with these sick lames.
No sik changed it happened when the
crazy whacks came...That's when sick changed.
DeadBlazor: No secret I'm up in here,
my knuckles shine they're like Luke Cage,
My skin breaks an entire bullet block and
Guage. Bullets don't impact and annihilate, this demon
are you that dumb did you never
rap before. I'm a heavy devil,
you can't phase me I'm heavier than
brass knuckles.
Shaq X: What the SHAQZ, Breeza boomalicious
fragilistic, no screw that spit
I'm a X-hit yah off your home page
and destroy your account with a missile.
Have you not heard Dyclonian?
Well here's some info. I'm attached to an
A.Vropolean beat, double-audio
speaker box lets hope the [SPEAKER HAS
KNOCKED], you off the online site and into
Null!!!! Various artists, we're like the
BrockHamptons drownin' you
into heavy metal. Or any genre demon
musical. Did I mention, this spit is
just the start of my vertigo.
Me: Street-lingo Asphalt,
grinning like Orion hail-mary
sky-fall hundred blades [AS GODS],
couldn't take it. New supreme and supremacy
you'll be having to drop everyday like a
Democracy, knuckles coming into the
act, it decapitates pink-colors
out of the "head of" prada!
Last line, it went higher with
the fire I spit lit going off
than a sona!!!!!
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