Unrecognized champion
• Written by G-Stackz
i guess you can call me a lost boy. Where im colliding with reality, believe or disbelief, Agree to disagree. Straight up run this shit like I was a number one pick, draftee. Rock that Dundee slash that Bundy better humble thee becuz I run these. Straight up clawing my way cutting glass an outcast with a shot. Then the dude in the number one spot praying he can just outlast, quick somebody get'em a life raft he's in shit too deep an carefree. I'm back I was just in a paradoxical sleep hit'em with a pterodactyls sweep I sow what I reap. Boy we're Playing for keeps this game ain't cheap.
Better pray when your choking up on my word it'll close your airways, your stutter only comes out as a paraphrase who's fake you the bitch that look like Ricky lake. For the God's sake your shit gives me headaches. I need mandrake take this shit to another level an appear as the devil, embodied in a vessel who successful. This whole thing complete mental spiting through vent holes sounding like ghostly souls. Listen to the loophole who's got tha controls? Straight up bank rolls.
On Crash course, only way you'll win is diving in head first. Here immersed the cursed. your rap sounds unrehearsed fan pissed off you gotta reimburse in aday your shit submerged in a Hurst with these verses, traverse into the universe.
Better perspective, to destroy is my directive, your shit is ineffective. Need to sound sick like you need contraceptive, its receptive. syllables and symbols are lyrically difficult. Only one princible they have to be visible, one of a kind original an unpredictable most important act as one individual sitting on his residuals an Pray as a ritual
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G-Stackz
Member since April 5 2015