Rankin
• Written by Strainofdamned
What happens when 2 bosses collides? well we call it a true cockfight
We got a lot of rude punks misinforming viewers to hype feuds even lie about their youth on a tune
If we dispute, expect more boots marching searching to pick onto u
Feel the pain as we deul dont think to gain authority over mine,
Im abusing igniting the rules as we fight to find who is better on the mic,
like i got something to prove, and strain's not dying anytime soon
so theres a chance to pray i dont choose my lane to trail and end up portraying using ur name damage everything u have up to date
riddle loose to embrace views against you so go on hate!
Pick a niche ill break your screws imbracing words we use make you puke as moods shows us ur abused using low tones that shows the truth...
we are indeed elites in tune trying to seek to speak in a booth
using everything in anything to keep carrying like a troop
in loops rhyming highlighting your truth when aligning multis only to shit on you
Making a king a whimp with artificial limbs inside my tunes
Make your rotors slip, power quits make you mind full of shit
If you chomos dip ill shoot rhyms and riddle you dead for a thrill and shit said might go over your head into the hills
you guys like to assume n start lying writing like your lead tatooing
But it wont cement, most fights in the spotlights are thight their wrote dense,
but dont expect to win, i respect me pricks i would hate if u doing medicine to write scripts
Your not a master skilled, more like copy cats n mirrors, got that inner demon
Yall are garden peas u lack self esteem, come around to make a scene pound at kings trying to receive a crowns thorned off their frowns
But we with whips introducing to these stupids fucking kids, we aint faking nor wondering around biden druids, not sheep keeping it movin
Or lets take a peak at a.i. bullshit, some damn minds plots rows of the same shitty lines it goes the same rhym scheme crammed all thight like u wise
But do u even know half the meaning of ur rhyms
Rp takin a pill im makin commotion stick as emotions flip
imma proper surgical lyricist who can provoke conflicts (haha)
im the potion you drunk that overtrip inner motions as i rocked you like an ocean trip can harm,
caution im jeezy's evil side kick, its easy to apply shit to make you abide lost in the next spit you record
Purpose is to reverse bob white
Grab the 220 n blast rude dummies with landmine
mournin type of scorin to get lurred in my scopr n shot right
after i laughed n everyone starts to drop light
Well just say you got rocked, by an og in an brawl, go cry,
My fuse be short since im alive, i changed schools so many times before i was 5
ive had to lock eyes levitate some many small fries when i first tried to verse my craft alive it wasnt what i wanted,
words wasnt to hype needed to work on my rhyms, i bought a car to grind late a night
Now My alphabetic letters go hard no pathetic liars have better rows that rhyms,
If u do ill show my crammed pages their rampages full pages from words i read on my fan page,
strains shits on the strange he rages in anger for days
Make a hot site out of bar sight like dark crimes will spark your enzyms where god might aft to come n drop weight from suicidal ways
from dark to light, feel the deep thoughts n go on ignite, give urself powerful remarks to each one of the topics, your heart keep in its cart to then pick when u write
when u still, deep thinking in ways your screaming since no one hears it n echoes off, repeating, mental visual scenes to get goosebumps
Outro
sail free until u rise your weak nuts, strong hyping coms record a song to lie n become your own parasite all along... duh! Hahaha