1st up...itz ya boi G: Deuce


It's the return of that nigga wit rhymes, lines like broken glass, tear apart
your limbs from your spiritual mind.
Light'n them up wit my lines, lyrical assassin.
Turning any top notch nigga to lyrical has - been.
Realize, my pen is not filled wit ink but snake venom.
Cause I splatter niggas who tested my lyrics but just read them.
I don't spit what I know but I spit what I write.
Its an unstoppable phenomenon when my pen meets my mic.
Life is not a bowl of cherries when you in the state I'm in
Cause the only truth I got is what comes from my pen
Words of peace, but can be the deadliest bottle of gin
I'm a Assassinator now, lyrically bounded by sin.

[hook]lyrical as-sas-si-na-tors,neva pro-cra-ste-na-tors//
shaken da rap game like maste-rbaters//
we dont ask-for-haterz,juzt con-gra-du-lators//
who notice...we RapBattles lyrical as-sas-si-na-tors//

Next up itz da playa Liquor Of Tears!!

Kid, I come from the coast where the rap game was born
My words keep fools insomniacs like a bed full of thorns
Now keep ya eyes on my mic, words are lyrical toxins
The ref will stop the match at 5 if we was lyrically boxin
Me and you would be mismatched, like a blind man dressin
I’ll have you on your knees prayin, your words are sins, get confessin’
Disturbance in the room when my mic plugs in
Your Bodily functions shut down, mouth movin sluggish
Find me in the street, In the club it’s all the same,
My verbal game keep ya crouched in the corner goin insane
Your verses could only support you, if you tied them to a cane
So get back on your couch, and leave it to me,
It is my courtesy, to rip cats that spit foolishly
These fake emcees, They Look up to me,
How can you think your tight if you take notes from BET.

[hook]lyrical as-sas-si-na-tors,neva pro-cra-ste-na-tors//
shaken da rap game like maste-rbaters//
we dont ask-for-haterz,juzt con-gra-du-lators//
who notice...we RapBattles lyrical as-sas-si-na-tors//


Last up..da one n only C_R_E_A_M

it gotta be a dream,da way i see hataz given-me-props//
or da way i see my enimies given-me-glocks//
but i aint worried,i took dis rap shyt to anudda level//
HOT!! wheneva i drop i get pages from da devil//
a muhfuckin outkast like dre and bigboi//
in da hood waitin for beef..im loadin up big toys//
wait till dey see da text kings smashin//
emcees dyin...no one would be laughen//
im somethin ta see like movie categories of action//
plus i pimp smack so many h0es...i should remix Sorry Mrs Jackson//
i got Deuce and Liquor who already spit-a-verse//
so dont forget wit got clips ta empty,kuz killen..we doin-it-first//
i be da man who aint equal ta anything made by Jesus//
lyrical speaker,call me a preacher...whackness'll neva reach-us//

[hook]lyrical as-sas-si-na-tors,neva pro-cra-ste-na-tors//
shaken da rap game like maste-rbaters//
we dont ask-for-haterz,juzt con-gra-du-lators//
who notice...we RapBattles lyrical as-sas-si-na-tors//



AND THATS ALL YALL GETTIN MAAN..TILL NEXT TIME...MEANWHILE JUZT SHOW SUM LOVE.
We Out!

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