CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Skilled Monster
Full court press, coming up offensive
You all know this sh*t's about to pop off like pen lids
A bunch of dense kids, you don’t know what a ten is
Boom bap slapstick, backhands to end this
Rhyme scheme's endless so I might seem senseless
A light beam dispenses from my sheet of mentions
Death by note, one breath zygote
Far beyond English, one cannot connote
Flow oh so spicy, he spoke highly
So mighty, breakdown in your own psyche
Icy, what my third eye see likely
All you do is sight see while I leave these mics beat
I might be frightening to those likely typing
Despite me writing nightly they still try me
So, slightly wise to revise your plan a bit
They to demand to spit yet, no one’s a fan of it
Common sense, speeding through with more confidence
A skilled monster, new Persona more confidants
Write best on my sick days, hunger is bottomless
Cough and spit in the lab, mixing all these condiments
Press play, turn full retard when the beat starts
No trick sleeves, I see cards, foes retreat fast
Hoes' thick meat ass for slow and quick outcasts
But so sick that we pass explosive foul bars
It’s like a prison, stone cold with bozos
So, don’t be mad if we dispose all overloads
We know the codes for how to flow the most
Say no to those who're just tryna to know to boast
Coming down like curb stomp
Face it c**t these words bomb, almost an absurd song
I never fall weak, always exert strong forces
Someone spits sicker?
c**t you heard wrong
Rap historian till the story end
Don’t respect it? The f**k will you do for me then?
Escort me to extort then post-mortem
One-five y-o with the mind of bout forty men
Lay em all dead before them
Tore them to pieces left bodies distorted
Needless to say, of course we were rewarded
Saw four Swordsmen trade liquid swords
Awesome
Tryna get the Gold in this Cold World
Keep a poker face while everyone folds
I’m not much of a curser but imma roll the dice
Bold and nice on the mic spit harder than Dolomites
Classic tales from the mic stand
This sh*t slaps harder than your dad’s right hand
Bash you to sleep with these beast techniques
They now know the b*st*rd’s old and dirty like Ason Unique
A different argument of Arsonist
Rap representative like a member of parliament
Rate at least 150, bars are marvellous
At least half zealous compel us to make you say you’re jealous
They treat my sh*t like bad accidents
These mad raps for men haphazardly cause fractured limbs
Fat sacks of sh*t spouts fad, shunning extravagant adolescents
Gain a sadder presence than depressants
Young dumbass kid with bars to spit
Sprinkled with a little bit of inflamed cartilage
Always attempt to spit the hardest sh*t
Lyrical executions with the biggest partisan
Young verbalist, not a herbalist
But best believe I smoke these tracks when I’m splurgin this
Can’t stand the turbulence with a merciless Cerberus
I'm too determined b*t*h, murderous you’re superfluous
You all know this sh*t's about to pop off like pen lids
A bunch of dense kids, you don’t know what a ten is
Boom bap slapstick, backhands to end this
Rhyme scheme's endless so I might seem senseless
A light beam dispenses from my sheet of mentions
Death by note, one breath zygote
Far beyond English, one cannot connote
Flow oh so spicy, he spoke highly
So mighty, breakdown in your own psyche
Icy, what my third eye see likely
All you do is sight see while I leave these mics beat
I might be frightening to those likely typing
Despite me writing nightly they still try me
So, slightly wise to revise your plan a bit
They to demand to spit yet, no one’s a fan of it
Common sense, speeding through with more confidence
A skilled monster, new Persona more confidants
Write best on my sick days, hunger is bottomless
Cough and spit in the lab, mixing all these condiments
Press play, turn full retard when the beat starts
No trick sleeves, I see cards, foes retreat fast
Hoes' thick meat ass for slow and quick outcasts
But so sick that we pass explosive foul bars
It’s like a prison, stone cold with bozos
So, don’t be mad if we dispose all overloads
We know the codes for how to flow the most
Say no to those who're just tryna to know to boast
Coming down like curb stomp
Face it c**t these words bomb, almost an absurd song
I never fall weak, always exert strong forces
Someone spits sicker?
c**t you heard wrong
Rap historian till the story end
Don’t respect it? The f**k will you do for me then?
Escort me to extort then post-mortem
One-five y-o with the mind of bout forty men
Lay em all dead before them
Tore them to pieces left bodies distorted
Needless to say, of course we were rewarded
Saw four Swordsmen trade liquid swords
Awesome
Tryna get the Gold in this Cold World
Keep a poker face while everyone folds
I’m not much of a curser but imma roll the dice
Bold and nice on the mic spit harder than Dolomites
Classic tales from the mic stand
This sh*t slaps harder than your dad’s right hand
Bash you to sleep with these beast techniques
They now know the b*st*rd’s old and dirty like Ason Unique
A different argument of Arsonist
Rap representative like a member of parliament
Rate at least 150, bars are marvellous
At least half zealous compel us to make you say you’re jealous
They treat my sh*t like bad accidents
These mad raps for men haphazardly cause fractured limbs
Fat sacks of sh*t spouts fad, shunning extravagant adolescents
Gain a sadder presence than depressants
Young dumbass kid with bars to spit
Sprinkled with a little bit of inflamed cartilage
Always attempt to spit the hardest sh*t
Lyrical executions with the biggest partisan
Young verbalist, not a herbalist
But best believe I smoke these tracks when I’m splurgin this
Can’t stand the turbulence with a merciless Cerberus
I'm too determined b*t*h, murderous you’re superfluous
