this an introduction of my own | |
selection | |
pieces of words put together | |
into a collection | |
spending time rhyming as | |
I hop on the flow | |
my mouth stays hot I'm always | |
ready to go | |
bang bang bang it all out | |
bangarang skrillex | |
been hang hanging all night | |
dealing with stress and | |
never mind the hating never mind | |
the heat and | |
I don't want more or less | |
just want to me what's best | |
so listen this a beat hop get up | |
on your feet like your seats hot | |
I'm befriending with this beat | |
without a beatbox | |
dissing this mic like my tongues | |
a trigger | |
spilling out desires like blood | |
stabbing it like a killer | |
thrillers better beware | |
another nightmare is about to be | |
prepared | |
so you better be where you at now | |
stay where you are now | |
with the crowd now | |
cuz I'm about to go on and on and | |
turn the microphone I'm up with | |
this shit | |
Jolly V's out to murder this | |
piece | |
I spit I stick my lyrics to this | |
rhythm | |
a new free freedom about to | |
enter your system | |
my mic holds me down like this | |
my mic holds me down like this | |
my mic holds me down like this | |
I’m proving myself this my | |
residence | |
ayo I speak the truth you better | |
come and get it | |
yea I see the goons all pulling | |
up their denims | |
so work it out boy you better | |
sweat boy | |
nothing ever comes for free you | |
pay for | |
your playboy bunny if you want | |
that pom poms | |
hip hip hooray for those wanton | |
bon bons | |
how many more brains washed up | |
퐁퐁 | |
everything we do it's already | |
been done | |
everybody like white lies | |
everybody like white lies | |
everybody like blind lines | |
everybody want lives like | |
what’s inside the circle | |
the truth always behind the | |
picture | |
that trickery witchery curses | |
now stitched in the book of | |
scriptures | |
how many lies should I pretend | |
to believe | |
is this reality that God's been | |
telling me to foresee | |
lackadaisical hearts blabber | |
words that are false | |
making checks like a boss isn't | |
gonna cover your flaws | |
so come and enter the spotlight | |
with your eyes wide open | |
you’ll see the light but never | |
know what’s been stolen | |
this how my mic holds me down like | |
this how my mic holds me down like | |
this how my mic holds me down like | |
on and on I go to show who fuck | |
I am | |
this how my mic holds me down like | |
this how my mic holds me down like | |
this how my mic holds me down like | |
on and on I go to show who fuck | |
I am | |
turn the microphone I'm up with | |
this shit | |
Jolly V's out to murder this | |
piece | |
I spit I stick my lyrics to this | |
rhythm | |
a new free freedom about to | |
enter your system | |
my mic holds me down like this | |
my mic holds me down like this | |
my mic holds me down like this | |
I'm proving myself this my | |
residence | |
we see too much you see | |
and we hear too much you see | |
we blinding up our own scenery | |
and end up burning down history | |
eh oh eh oh | |
my mic holds me down like this | |
like this | |
my mic holds me down like this | |
like this | |
my mic holds me down like this | |
I'm proving myself this my | |
residence |
this an introduction of my own | |
selection | |
pieces of words put together | |
into a collection | |
spending time rhyming as | |
I hop on the flow | |
my mouth stays hot I' m always | |
ready to go | |
bang bang bang it all out | |
bangarang skrillex | |
been hang hanging all night | |
dealing with stress and | |
never mind the hating never mind | |
the heat and | |
I don' t want more or less | |
just want to me what' s best | |
so listen this a beat hop get up | |
on your feet like your seats hot | |
I' m befriending with this beat | |
without a beatbox | |
dissing this mic like my tongues | |
a trigger | |
spilling out desires like blood | |
stabbing it like a killer | |
thrillers better beware | |
another nightmare is about to be | |
prepared | |
so you better be where you at now | |
stay where you are now | |
with the crowd now | |
cuz I' m about to go on and on and | |
turn the microphone I' m up with | |
this shit | |
Jolly V' s out to murder this | |
piece | |
I spit I stick my lyrics to this | |
rhythm | |
a new free freedom about to | |
enter your system | |
my mic holds me down like this | |
my mic holds me down like this | |
my mic holds me down like this | |
I' m proving myself this my | |
residence | |
ayo I speak the truth you better | |
come and get it | |
yea I see the goons all pulling | |
up their denims | |
so work it out boy you better | |
sweat boy | |
nothing ever comes for free you | |
pay for | |
your playboy bunny if you want | |
that pom poms | |
hip hip hooray for those wanton | |
bon bons | |
how many more brains washed up | |
everything we do it' s already | |
been done | |
everybody like white lies | |
everybody like white lies | |
everybody like blind lines | |
everybody want lives like | |
what' s inside the circle | |
the truth always behind the | |
picture | |
that trickery witchery curses | |
now stitched in the book of | |
scriptures | |
how many lies should I pretend | |
to believe | |
is this reality that God' s been | |
telling me to foresee | |
lackadaisical hearts blabber | |
words that are false | |
making checks like a boss isn' t | |
gonna cover your flaws | |
so come and enter the spotlight | |
with your eyes wide open | |
you' ll see the light but never | |
know what' s been stolen | |
this how my mic holds me down like | |
this how my mic holds me down like | |
this how my mic holds me down like | |
on and on I go to show who fuck | |
I am | |
this how my mic holds me down like | |
this how my mic holds me down like | |
this how my mic holds me down like | |
on and on I go to show who fuck | |
I am | |
turn the microphone I' m up with | |
this shit | |
Jolly V' s out to murder this | |
piece | |
I spit I stick my lyrics to this | |
rhythm | |
a new free freedom about to | |
enter your system | |
my mic holds me down like this | |
my mic holds me down like this | |
my mic holds me down like this | |
I' m proving myself this my | |
residence | |
we see too much you see | |
and we hear too much you see | |
we blinding up our own scenery | |
and end up burning down history | |
eh oh eh oh | |
my mic holds me down like this | |
like this | |
my mic holds me down like this | |
like this | |
my mic holds me down like this | |
I' m proving myself this my | |
residence |
this an introduction of my own | |
selection | |
pieces of words put together | |
into a collection | |
spending time rhyming as | |
I hop on the flow | |
my mouth stays hot I' m always | |
ready to go | |
bang bang bang it all out | |
bangarang skrillex | |
been hang hanging all night | |
dealing with stress and | |
never mind the hating never mind | |
the heat and | |
I don' t want more or less | |
just want to me what' s best | |
so listen this a beat hop get up | |
on your feet like your seats hot | |
I' m befriending with this beat | |
without a beatbox | |
dissing this mic like my tongues | |
a trigger | |
spilling out desires like blood | |
stabbing it like a killer | |
thrillers better beware | |
another nightmare is about to be | |
prepared | |
so you better be where you at now | |
stay where you are now | |
with the crowd now | |
cuz I' m about to go on and on and | |
turn the microphone I' m up with | |
this shit | |
Jolly V' s out to murder this | |
piece | |
I spit I stick my lyrics to this | |
rhythm | |
a new free freedom about to | |
enter your system | |
my mic holds me down like this | |
my mic holds me down like this | |
my mic holds me down like this | |
I' m proving myself this my | |
residence | |
ayo I speak the truth you better | |
come and get it | |
yea I see the goons all pulling | |
up their denims | |
so work it out boy you better | |
sweat boy | |
nothing ever comes for free you | |
pay for | |
your playboy bunny if you want | |
that pom poms | |
hip hip hooray for those wanton | |
bon bons | |
how many more brains washed up | |
everything we do it' s already | |
been done | |
everybody like white lies | |
everybody like white lies | |
everybody like blind lines | |
everybody want lives like | |
what' s inside the circle | |
the truth always behind the | |
picture | |
that trickery witchery curses | |
now stitched in the book of | |
scriptures | |
how many lies should I pretend | |
to believe | |
is this reality that God' s been | |
telling me to foresee | |
lackadaisical hearts blabber | |
words that are false | |
making checks like a boss isn' t | |
gonna cover your flaws | |
so come and enter the spotlight | |
with your eyes wide open | |
you' ll see the light but never | |
know what' s been stolen | |
this how my mic holds me down like | |
this how my mic holds me down like | |
this how my mic holds me down like | |
on and on I go to show who fuck | |
I am | |
this how my mic holds me down like | |
this how my mic holds me down like | |
this how my mic holds me down like | |
on and on I go to show who fuck | |
I am | |
turn the microphone I' m up with | |
this shit | |
Jolly V' s out to murder this | |
piece | |
I spit I stick my lyrics to this | |
rhythm | |
a new free freedom about to | |
enter your system | |
my mic holds me down like this | |
my mic holds me down like this | |
my mic holds me down like this | |
I' m proving myself this my | |
residence | |
we see too much you see | |
and we hear too much you see | |
we blinding up our own scenery | |
and end up burning down history | |
eh oh eh oh | |
my mic holds me down like this | |
like this | |
my mic holds me down like this | |
like this | |
my mic holds me down like this | |
I' m proving myself this my | |
residence |