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First Two Songs Since January. Just some quick typestyles to get be back in the flow.
Disclaimer: Please pardon the use of Supa Dupa flow. I really am trying to quit. Lol.
DEEZY MAC - I'm Bad (It's Good)
DEEZY MAC - Chill Pill
Lyrics - I'm Bad
SPOILERDope as Pablo, I be spittin' Escobars
Call me Big Mac, fry beats, make it extra large.
I'on fuck around with hoes unless I know its Sex Involved
Murkin' instrumentals, I be hopin' they'ont press a charge.
Yeah, the streets callin', I just press ignore.
I'm on a paper chase, 'cus chasin' paper is the best of all.
Then get in the sheets with a freak, lights extra dark.
Curves on point, like a muhfuckin' question mark.
I'm in your favorite rapper top three, first spot.
Your Dough won't Rise, like the group Fred Durst got.
Even though this my turf, bitch I'm out this third rock.
I just get my way, Lil' Miss Muffet, keep yo Curds ma.
Oh you icy? Well my fire make yo shit melt.
Wallet fat, man I think it need a cinch belt.
I'm spitting lines around the clock like 6, 12.
Yo girl chapstick is prolly how my dick smells.
I'm focus like my lips to my arch-rival: pause it.
When they see me flossin', haters like "Aw Shittttt"
Approach with caution, Fire Flame Arson
When I'm in the booth I just change: Clark Kent.
I'm ridin', rollin' high, they in the Lowest Lane
They know the name, Young Mac, I'm a soldier, mayne
Flow the same, ya hoe remain on my nutsack
She on her knees with my balls: Touchback
These lame niggas wanna combat, fall back
Pussy Niggas: TomCat, they get Skimmed: Non-Fat
Uh, yeah, they worthless, my surplus of verses
Versus their verses is not fair, I'm perfect
They hot air - furnace. They Come and Go - Curtis.
Got a ton of hoes, all over my fuckin' epidermis.
I'm earnin' my spot for glorification.
You hating? Well I don't give a fornication.
Lyrics - Chill Pill
SPOILERI'ma go Ham, deli.
These niggas ain't een ready.
I came in this bitch, wait 9 months.
I'ma get that crown, I'ma get that fetti.
I'ma get that cheddar, I'ma get that cheese.
I'ma get yo bitch down on her knees.
She lick and suck, then get that nut, then lick that up.
And then I'll be, gone.
These niggas ain't een talmbout shit.
I'm fresh, I'm fly like a Prom Outfit.
I blew up, Islam bomb y'all shit.
So they stay wanting something with they palm out quick.
Never give a d-e-a-d prez.
Oh do I see they hating? Yes.
I block 'em out: power forward.
24 hours: Bauer torture.
You hot? You not, I'm scorching.
I'm spittin' Flocka Flames.
No pain no gain? Okay.
I'll gain then take some Pot for pain.
Eyes get low, eyes get red.
Eyes look closed, eyes get hazed.
Cooking up the rawest shit, I'ma Chef: Isaac Hayes.
So Park South, that mean sit down.
Yo girlfriend alway chokes on dick.
My lyrics are the Hanky
And this life, I make the most of it.
You thought you were the greatest.
You was joking, or unconscious.
Then awoke and heard me rapping then remembered you're a novice.
Poppin' bottles, drink that juice up, that goose up.
Get looser, smoke one O, do that make me a Loser?
I beat it up, domestic violence.
Streets callin': text or dial it.
Get up in yo girl Double D's like Dexter
I'm in a new shape, geometry.
But I ain't ever been a square.
But I been a Round the globe.
These other niggas ain't got a prayer.
I'ma ball, ball, ball, ball.
B-all that I can be.
I could stoop down to your level.
But I can't Nor Would like Brandy.
Yeen Fancy like Garcelle
To haters I'm impartial.
Every one of my Bars, a work of Art like a Martial
'Cuz I'm kickin' it, Kung Foo, or Hong Kong Phooey
I aint gone dog, but rapping is my dog gone duty.
I'm a breath of fresh air, these other niggas polluted.
These other niggas my pupils these other niggas my students.
But, they ain't really Cool, so I give 'em A C.
I'm the hottest nigga rappin' since AD.
So pay me, attention, 'cus I'm the man around this muhfucka.
I walk around this campus like I AM that muhfucka.
Niggas know I'm still real, no childs play, no Phil, Lil.
I'm raw, that's a sealed deal, so nigga pop a Chill Pill.
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