Lyrically Gifted

Verse 1

As I'm chilling on the sofa with my fucking coco cola,

And my mic in my other hand, Spitting venom like a cobra.

My friends been telling me I am dopa, meen. Slice ya like some aubergine,

Put you in a coma, seen as on TV screens. I'm a rapping machine.

Formed the LyricalKillaz as we are the lyrical marines.

 

Verse 3

Filling songs with lyrical content,

I'm based off a prototype no wonder I'm known as concept.

I try and spit it honest but if I get corrupted

just reboot me in 20 seconds, and I'll be back on it.

Getting smarter by the minute diminished, admit it your finished.

Your quick to hit it but when push comes to shove,

you'll be the one to scream quit it I'm quick witted,

And when I spit it I'm labelled as sick and wicked

as you slowly drifted away punchlines rot and decay,

Look at all the hardships are team have gritted.

So many disses leave your rigid self with wrists slitted.

I'm only joking using words like them because they just fitted.

 

Acapella:

 

Tying my shoelace sipping on Kool Aid.

Never thinking I'm too cool never skipping them school days.

Bitch I'ma carry on rapping until some molecules fade.

If you're raging with some grammar issues go back to first grade.