fakes
• Written by Maisea
Let's expose these fake stars with a flow of eight bars
Stain is gonna stay on your name, as long as a face scar
You sipping on the lean juice, stripping with your cream puss'
I'm whipping till your knees loose, in front of your street group
Rollling with some fake jewels, signed up by the plague jews
Thinking you could break rules, you are just a bait fool
Poisoning the hood, you are doing us no good
you boys are getting whooped, for ruining us you crook
I can make fire just by rubbing ice cubes together
This is that, severe atmospheric pressure
Enough force the pen can slam a revolving door
I Already hit singularity and still evolving more
Trill Gotta pile of dead rappers dissolving on the floor
I'm something like Serbian film when writing the gore
You better get your rhymes right before declaring war
I'm cooler than Encino man you niggas Pauly shore.
Man, shit lemme get up in this bitch real quick,
Back at them collabs, the symptoms shown on this track got y'all real sick,
Victims get bodied while in a flash of panic, y'all manic,
Tryin' so hard to kill Mr. Fantastic, y'all breakable like plastic,
Death may be tragic, but when I pull the disappearing act it's magic,
The pen firin' automatic, similar to classic AR's, they leave you in the static.
Y’all can just stand there and get rapped at can’t do nothin to the Psycho Puppet
I ain’t done buggin I’m dune buggin I still got the drive to dust em
Start quite the ruckus I’m electric like a building after lightening struck it
So stand before the king and act accordingly
You tryna scrap with war machines bout to smash ya hopes and dreams
Into a thousand broken pieces had a psychopathic stroke of genius
Snatch ya shit like Ali Baba and the 40 thieves
Walk in and turn ya crib to the sands of Normandy
I reached a certain stage in my life where im bout to evolve,
programming success in my mind, setting it as default,
always loyalty over everything i cannot be bought,
you cant teach someone how to rap because it cannot be taught,
remember everything is legal up until you get caught,
how I sought the good in people who just wanted my spot ,
Statue of Liberty in New York, she standing dumb tall,
catch me pledging to the Eagle like i aint for gun law, lets go!…
always wanted more
more than before
I have to think of a cure
greed's comin' over me
I want to be set free
1 deadly sin down don't want the other 6
everyone in hell is acting like dicks
go to hell protest and picket
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About the Artist
Maisea
Member since June 15 2019