Patiently Waiting

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Verse 1
Call me Snoop, 'cause you lose if you want smoke
Call me Nate, I chew whole crews like a dog
You can't regulate, what is in my mind
I ain't coke, but you're addicted to my lines
You're the shook one, I'm the prodigy
'Bout to cause havoc, ain't nobody stopping me
It's a first round K.O, and I ain't a desperado
I'm a poet, you'll get smoked like cannabis if you my rival
I'm ahead of you, one hundred miles and running
My attitude is bigger than a pregnant lady's stomach
Yeah, my rhymes ferocious
No one fucking slows this
Down, when I'm 'round and when I'm focused
Words are explosives, they are gonna see me
As a repulsive, disgusting human being
Roasting your ass like a barbecue
Chopping you up into molecules
The realest one coming through
You think you thought of something new?
Let me shock you, like Nikola Tesla
I will drop you, I'm leaving you messed up
I am a bandit, that means you get robbed
I'm sure of one thing: people are F'd up
Hook:
I've been patiently waiting for them To call me goat
This song ain't something you hear on radio
This song Is a funeral for the ones, who don't
Believe in my rhyming ability, so
Verse 2
I'm the guy that got to escape the matrix
All the new rappers, come and learn the basics
You don't battle me 'cause I'm too dangerous
Nothing's gon' stop me, Grim Reaper or hatred
I go in, emotion, that are in my brain
Can't call it disgusting, it feels fucking great
Mic has a concussion, if I go and say
Anything or nothing, It's just the fact that I came
Dangerous guy, if we talking 'bout syllables
Every song I make, is me at my pinnacle
Sometimes rhymes is enough to just kill a dude
I'm drowning in punchlines, like a swimming pool
Blood will splatter, you'll get shattered into pieces
When I rhyme you'll scatter, bloodsucking leeches
You know you gon' get outrapped, if I am on the feature
I ain't gon' bust back, someone want beef, I'mma teach them
To not fuck with me, I'll make his brain just reset
I'm a dangerous, constant dissing creature
I can break you with my fingers, you're a little seashell
Don't matter the flexing, don't matter CD sales
Don't matter the cars, don't matter the females
Don't matter the clothes, or if he in jail
If he escaped, or luckily bailed
What matters when I diss him, his job will be retail
Death pay you a visit, if you hope that me fail
Then you'll disappear like the Holy Grail
Does it sound unclear? Do you need an E-Mail?
Before spitting all I do is an inhale
That's the way it is, how I've been created
Burn them with lyrics, they gon' get cremated
So watch out, if you don't wanna get burned
I'll end your life, that's all it is, word

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