Harbinger
• Written by Catch22
This is the end of yuh career
Catastrophe
Make you skip up Like an apostrophe
That was just one bar history
Said you wanna battle me
Betta bring the navy
Imma one man army
Gotta tounge full of clips
And a mouth full of bullets
Bruh I been a pistol since the day I was born
Every page in my book is torn
Nothing you could do or say
Could ever put me out of place
Man I been in 1st place
Fuck whatcha heard
Get the fuck around
fuck around my lane
Pshh get the fuck out the way
If yuh dont want to get sprayed
Bruh I'm to fresh to my death
I'm the reaper of dead presidents
Your just a dead candidate
Betta eat what's on yuh plate
Hope you reach to God and pray
Choose yuh last words carefully
Hope this rap is temporarily
Just a little clarity
Listen to me
They call me catch 22
For a reason
This is execution
My ambitions as an exhibitionist
I can pull strings no tranquiliatis
Cap one cap two send you to the dentist
This guy needs to be saved
Someone get a baptist
Boy you need practice
I spit arthritis atchyu
Make you drop to Your knees
Like Jesus coming for you
After I'm done with you
This will Mark you like a tattoo
Turn you to ragoo
I'm haiku of the virtue
My bars can't be broken
This was prophesized
Once you hear the harbinger
That's armeggeddon
I'm serving raptures
I'm doing you favor by sending yuh soul to heaven
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Catch22
Member since August 20 2015