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Mex Stand
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Ryan Leahan
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There is no after this Used to have the soul of activist, but I sold that sh*t for a pot of gold A microphone, and this rapping gig Can't believe that you acting rich at the rapture b*t*h You in need of help thats miraculous Cause when I go off, Im bomb and ya dead And its off with ya head, man imagine this When it comes to rap and sh*t, my faction, is immaculate We heard a fraction of ya rapping b*t*h Then murdered, any fans that ya standing with Understand me b*t*h? Did I stutter or stammer? Or did I f**k up my grammar? Oh boy you stuck where you standing? Can't get unstunned like statue? And all you n***as think you rapping dope with the triplets Overdosing on ritalin, Gucci Gang flow rescribbling Popping xans till you giving in, then you stop and wonder Why you still ain't seeing no dividends Really can't see the difference, between yourself and I? Your high like Mariah Carey, now high notes are seeming scary When you don't know music theory So this your obituary, you wishing you had some fairies Your picture is on the dairy, and this my goodbye Breath; hold it deep in your chest It's the final stand Millenium desert Falcon Plenty men hustle backwards, but only Requiem has it Set the scene for the madness, like just to see what would happen Victory biggest habit, I think I'm a freaking addict To winning and blackin out on you birds I'll be back just to kill it like day that Thanos return, and snappin on you first Blakey Blake on fyre like I organize with Ja Rule Hide behind your lies until you realize who you talked to I shot through the game like a recluse at a blonde school Saw you in the flames but didn't interfere with God's rule Because I know I'm the illest, slave of the forefathers children They tried to take us and break us up in the courtroom Now they hate that we in it, hip hop done made it to win it We eliminatin haters up in the war room Now dont say nothin to us, if u ain't tryna groove 350 degrees in our rocket we up on the moon Breath; hold it deep in your chest It's the final stand This my tory-terri, from way out to about the barrens While you're in court appearin', I'm in yo homes, smell ya ladies Sh*t on ordinary, X-factor corner carry if I drop it just come at me I'm Kenpachi, too bored to parry When I got hot, they thought temper tantrum Arma, 16, pain's a means to an end Then I pop off, eight blocks, Legoland's done My M60, put 'The Pig' in a pen Still hungry, bout to eat Little Bo Peep Done with the sheeps, I'm covered in dust I can hear the vultures speak But if you and the miss gotta bone to pick Get your bone broth Ringpop blown to bits You won't find me with no scope and a flick But I pause frame 3, enhance, there you is What gave you the skull to cross these bones? Requiem's own skeletal lich, told you I was in your homes I steal yo poor ol' sis If this don't get you pumped, I leave ya sawed off where ya want They divisible by one, no need for the remainder of Requiem People aren't going to die, people are going to rise Viva la loca life, even the sun won't shine when the sea of that gold go flying
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