my friend sent me this sick beat that i could flow to, so i wrote and recorded to it and turned out good
One person band, i love throwin it down on the mic with a write.
Story behind the song
my friend sent me this sick beat that i could flow to, so i wrote and recorded to it and turned out good
Lyrics
Intro: Yeah, I aint never, I aint never comin back…I aint never, I aint never,
I aint never comin back
ya hear that
because I’m better than ya cats
better tracks
heavy attacks
and a knack for raps
strapped with verbal gats
I aint gotta bust shots
because my verbs are like six no talk
I aint gotta talk bout my cock
to walk the walk
aint gotta run up in clubs
to talk the talk
I aint even gotta drop a line
to knock you outa your socks
I aint gotta smoke rocks
because I’m gonna
keep comin
steadily runnin
when I step up your done n
the only thing you can say is nothin
because your silenced
into a defiant state
to meditate on this lyrical hate
in this case verbal haste erases
in certain cases
re-erases and misplaces
because I’m in everyplace kid
yous a shrimp and I eat you like ribs
aint gotta take trips
to cause mass havocal scripts
sick spits and crash kicks
snare tips, and high hat ticks
my beat is my clip
and my verse is my trig
and my track is my sig-nature
like a piece of literature,
one of a kind
still aint signed,
I aint a product you can buy
so I still bust tracks and no lie
I still aint gotta try
because I still gonna fly
I aint never comin back, hope you know that, I aint never comin back, cause I’m better than ya cats, I aint never comin back because I bust better raps (x2)
The beat goes clip clap
and whats that a real ciphers
just wait while I unwrap
and unwind into a trap
oh whats that?
I’m better than yo cats
to steadily clap back
I’m better than yo cats
to strap back, and stat
I’m better than yo cats
cuz I bust my own label
and I aint never comin back
I run up in your place with a ski mask
Just to get a heavily reacted gasp
I’m too toxic
cuz when I drop-shit
its apocalyptic
sounds like trips getting it
to your brain
my tantric clips of lyrics
are about to get insane
not able to tame
I know how I came
I know how I come
I know how opponents run
at the sight of my tight lyrical writes
new what? New rap to clap back
static acts of knowin cats
be steppin back
lyrics tappin like a mack 11
rattatat to that
sounds like you never comin back
I aint never comin back, hope you know that, I aint never comin back, cause I’m better than ya cats, I aint never comin back because I bust better raps (x2)
my lyrical elementary
comes complimentary
to my citric sick spits
steadily eluding
to this concluding sentence
hence your defeat
and lynch in the grin
you better watch out
because this is the clash of the titans no doubt
I compose every note
because this combat shit
is legit
I aint gotta bust bullets
to pull it because my script
is sick and brought from my brain
verbally slain
cant complain
but this is the end of things again
