Incident
• Written by Lambah
These faggots mad hating, I'm annihilating
These rappers stay suffocating my musical levitation
But at the same time, they be imitating my tracks
Eager to get their hands on, and simulate all my raps
Highly trained in combat, I come back and slap these dumb fags
Like an ex-militant, but re-initiated, shipwrecked, never appreciated
Leave my opponents fucking decimated, got their minds captivated
Y'all say my shit weak, say it's duplicated
But y'all won't be talkin' when the bullet penetrate ya
My lyrics are hot, time to ventilate it
But it's time to put an end to this rap, time to encapsulate it
Time to end these kids, time to strangulate 'em
Pure adrenaline, the equivalence between me and you is irrelevant
It's time for y'all to go home, you're out of your element
But at the same time, my flows exquisite, so elegant
Then I fly in and scoop your girl up like a pelican
And you know I spit with that precise eloquence
Bitch is you tripping? Check your estrogen
I have these boys freezing up like liquid nitrogen
I'm a fresh breath of air, oxygen
Stop talking, it's not helping your predicament
And I'm good for y'all, like a vitamin
And for the betterment of this argument, just know you are impotent
I intend to spread my messages throughout the continent
I'm the fucking king of this rap tournament
I guess I'm corrupted as the government
But before you condescend I recommend that you comprehend the messages that I send
And that's the end
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About the Artist
Lambah
Member since July 3 2015