Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tynan Thomas David Austin
Tynan Thomas David Austin
Songwriter
Connor Costa
Connor Costa
Songwriter

Songteksten

Let me take a breath and then tell em scratch it
The boom is bappin I aint one for breakin they necks
But the cadence smooth in practice
I could pick a flow and repeat it for weeks i see the chatter
Name a time a date and a place and you'll see the heat of battle
Never been defeated i promise he is the phoenix channeled
What's a legacy if i never leave dont you see the motto
When i spread my wing and the sun'll sing if its winter autumn
When I run a ring and i circle three in the rim of bottles
Feel my summer breeze dont you come between when these evil bosses
Have a fuckin meetin these rhymes we readin we eat em often
Never could you sign us repeat it the key to lead the fodder
I'm a fuckin take it delete it we'll see if you get far with
Not a single foot cause your legs are missin you coward bitches
I'm the fuckin butcher like benny skinnin it down to inches
I can fuckin slaughter like crooked I'll break it pound or bend it
Always stackin doubles and even triples I'm soundin emish
Wishin shady records would spin our records like eighty sixes
Maybe this the perfect way to display our crazy gifted wavy niches
They say he's decent no abc shit
I know they said It once bet they'll say it twice plus it pays to reason
Get paid in full like im eric b this aint eighty seven
I could kick a drum in the bass and then call in hades weather
Lava with a gasoline mixture i took that thunder clappin
Thor aint throwin lightnin at nothin if you think hulk was smashin
So quit comparin me as you stare at me like a weapon
I'm with my brotha so keep it real or just keep it steppin
I dont really fuck wit the beef but ill eat it meat is better
Carnivorous genes so my teeth they dont even sink they shred up
Lyrical genius is what they screamin when they read the letters
Never been conceited delivery is an easy effort
When you put the time and the passion to make a dream instead of
Bitchin always tired complainin people wont check your music
Finessin views its disgustin messy you extra clueless
The executors will come for ya neck no tech computers
You sayin bet and you try to flex im like thats the cutest
There aint no warnin im in ya school like an active shooter
Back in action and steady snappin like nothin happened
I'm the resurrection of Charles manson with different habits
Here to snap your necks when applying pressure I'm kind of savage
Creepin through your chest like an anxious feeling you always having
I'm Scratchin eyes out and plannin to see your point of view
You knew the trip was treacherous before you planned to make a move
You brought your crew to try to prove you really do the shit you spew
And since you screwed with rule of two it's time to fuckin let it loose
Limitless talent
Born on the breath of a duo of madness
Rhythm in balance
Pickin a track and obliterate asses
Nothing but damage
Suffering misery anger and sadness
Look at me Scratchin
Bringin the heat with aggression and passion
I'm like a demon lurkin poised to murk and flirt with hurtin
Jerks who scream immerse the cursed
In screens of colored dreams for certain irks my mental peace
And turns serene into a beast of burden
Burn the curdled teens until they bleed complete on every surface
Written by: Connor Costa, Tynan Thomas David Austin
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