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Ultra Violet - Beat Tape

  1. Finally, in the street, come fuck with me, I'll mess you up,
  2. Making sick beats with my team, we have a lot of fun,
  3. Rapping 13, it's the dream, but best not mess it up,
  4. Purple Monster, Ultra Violet flowing through my blood
  5. This that Boom Bap shit, the type that makes you go insane,
  6. Causing headache and death throb, that make you pop a vein,
  7. Spit intentionally Nah, Spewing Venom from the brain,
  8. Not the mind of a 7th Grader, but, still I'm still the same
  9. The first track on the scene, we keep the beat thumping,
  10. Fire in the studio; like, Miami Heat dunking,
  11. Been known to grab the heat, boy best believe something,
  12. If I grab the mic, you'll be outta here, like lean running,
  13. When I'm with my girl, roll the dice, she really means something,
  14. So I whip the gat out, nice, they call me fiend gunning
  15. So best get the fuck out my face, before I shoot you,
  16. Cerebral, Logic in the mind, shit can be Lethal,
  17. When I'm ripping, I'm spitting, anything but peaceful,
  18. Even though, I get it and rev it, and leave it, to be evil,
  19. Evil entities rest inside of me, spread diseaseful,
  20. So I bled it, and led it, frozone freeze, water to breezeful
  21. This one's for the people, who try to fill up the gap,
  22. Fuck a hazmat, go into war repping my flat cap,
  23. Mess with me and my team, boy, about to get slapped back,
  24. Although I'm only a teen, don't fuck with the blackjack
  25. Cause I'm coming to get ya, 2020 dementia,
  26. Don't remember a thing, but don't forget who came to hit ya,
  27. Zi Clan is the name, we fit the picture, of the description,
  28. We in the dark, bucking shots, but we're never missing
  29. Like the Rattpack, with Sinatra in the back,
  30. I'm the youngin to keeping it pimping,
  31. We on the move, always active, never no time to snooze,
  32. Talking Pimps and that hood, man, we never lose,
  33. Coming from a bust home, childhood wasn't hard to lose
  34. But now we out here, with my fiends, me and my team,
  35. We are homeboys, don't mess with us, we clean it up,
  36. Know what I mean?

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