CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Flamboyant Waves

Sorry I know you guys wanted to clap
But everything Imma say is gonna be amazing

Some of these n***as is gonna hate me forever
Imma be cool as sh*t skating through the weather
Whether or not
You can c*ck block or cough up these goofies
Soon as you see your script your whole persona turns to a movie
These chickens gonna pursue from the shack to Peru
My [?] after I blaze up the ooze
N***as pa** towards you
They wanna hang with me
Emotional rappers, those n***as wanna sing with me
(N***as is cry babies)
The historical metaphorical explorе a few portals through the forest
I'm [?] to thе corporate [?]
Steam at the tip of my fingers
See from the outside, the inside and whatever that lingers
I tried to settle subpoenas as an undercard
Tried to put my n***a rob under bars
I think about the concrete and how the roses appear
I still don't feel like I was chosen for fear
A lot of people have it but not hot
I'm in the crib watching reruns of popeye
N***as still mad that I got mine
My eyes the same color as six outside
You don't go on blind dates you just date the blind
I paint skies, I ate eight pies with the FOI
I rock the suit with the skate or die
Some n***as is gonna bullsh*t, I'm gonna show my ethic
I'm not gonna use my vocals, Imma know my records
(Know them sh*ts)
Imma body me a stage if it's just a stupor
I don't rap for the extra loot
I rap because rap make it easy to wrap circles around rappers
Know your mathematics faster if you have to
God please when I aim the metal at you
Start to grieve for the mark emcees
I'm hard to read like the Medu Neter
Make throws on the roster who prosper fail
Not prevail, them raps is dull I crack your skulls like lobster tail
(Crack)
I'm bringing back that horror rap now
Drama send your momma to the funeral in a black gown, back down
When I hear your sound I'm pressing fast forward
Then slit your throat from the backseat and splash your blood on the dashboard
Man they soft so I just make it rougher
Cause your head halfway off so I can make you suffer
F**k it
Rhymes sick and the flow's flamboyant
Any style that I drop bet it's hot
Like whatever's in the pots and the pan boil
Let me stop the damn toil
Around every n***a [?] business I can be a menace
Hit them off with a marvelous image
Incredible off an edible, I put 'em in a medical predicament
I'll break a ligament, I be the realest
Twista
Vic Spencer
What up
You got two problems
You got it down to two
That's two you can help me with
Well about 212 nobody can help you with
Yeah but who's counting