Fast Writing, Quick Verse

(G-FaceMurderer, verse 1)

 

 

I don't perform dark-arts like I'm Johnson, I'm a real magician, call that science.

I get erratic so much that you hear static, from my T.V, from the show Guns and Me.

Using my imagination, I see bullets in colors, copper, lead, black and Jamaican.

I make bacon and eggs, cheddar and dough, batter up now I'm expensive, got more ched, than Dar's incisive thinking.

My morphemes be reeking, photogenic, now I can remember better than a copywriter.

Do more research then Silar, I'm better, Cern is my name now I'm higher, highest bid is just a liar.

I prosper in the name of the Lord, rapping about hell in my accord, those 2 don't mix, that's why you add a triple-six.

Hit you quick, I conquer in battles, beating cats up till' they start stinking, I ain't Big L, I never take L's, I just send cats straight to hell.

With a smell that smells like mono-wells, I never go that deep, but I'm wider then a Ocean, pond and a Dwell.

I never discombobulate, always oversaturate before I spit librettos, I ain't Mexican but I'll eat a hoes pussy like a burrito.

I pulled up to a orange porch, pulled out a gat, it ended me up in the Orange Is the New Black.

I'm quick to pull a silver gat, tipping my top-hat off of high-stacks, I never quit, just sleeping so relax.

I'm running a marathon, I see ahead of my time, I have Sharingan, I used my Tailed Beast as a get-out-card.

That's just a fraction of my power-god, I awake ninth wolfs, fight crews, kill people but not just on dudes, but hoes to.

Like a villain is apposed to, I rose the fame of G-Face, while recording in hot-coups, made it out just to cut everyone loose.

 

(Legin, verse 2)

 

Making love to the treble like a blonde with a jiggle, Legin certified with the twinkle

bossin my way fuck what they say I'm coming for you niggas...

my sundaes topped with sunrays some might say something that don't mean shit to my scheme

yall broke down , I'm light speed slightly off tilt I might just slip but not likely,

precisely slice these bars like a knives cleave

dice em' up leave em' chopped leaves of parsley

I'm prophesying profits these profits im prophet'n

probably possibly part a me's artistrys atisit thats arguably

Legin got it right between the eyes dotted

word to god if he ever wanna holla.