Blizzo (feat. Funckshaun)

(D. ValentS, R. CarreiA, D. FrankS) Good Morning 92.0 WVLNT It's 7am in the Hartbeat And here's a new one off the hotlines Although these flows are so cold It's D'Valents and Funckshaun With that new one Blizzo, let's go! Original wizzo You know my stizzo When I blackout (what's that?) Man that's a Blizzo Climates change when I'm on mics Like a surge on the verge and I be likes Shutting down grids I'm a greaser Grease lighting I'm a nor'eastern ether Total eclipse, you gets no light son (nah) 3,2,1, now chop the rock Funckshaun Yeah, thats right I'm on the mix yo Moving with the force of the bullets outta ya pistol Hit em in the head with the rhythm call it a Blizzo Lyrical sickle, stamped marked official Like EMP missiles, I leave the scene crippled Deep impact, and leave the streets rippled These dudes ain't hard, they whole style is fickle A bunch of Elmo's, all waiting to be tickled I'm not a throwback, I'm a classic Chilled out now, my turnt up is placid But put me on a beat, It's like audio acid And jus like dem yardies This shotta come massive Passive aggressive When all the way up If my rhymes don't swing I'll still a bully with the bucks In hoody or a tux, OG deluxe Adapt or get trapped My style remains in flux Let's chop it up Let's cut it up Let's get to what we do When we do it up Let's chop it up Let's cut it up Let's get to what we do When we do it up Let's chop it up Let's cut it up Let's get to what we do When we do it up Let's get to what we do When we do it up Let's get to what we do When we do it up I'm the inside cone when a cyclone form I spin waters warm Flows a wicked brain storm Hail my throne in this game of tones Or else you lil maricons Will needs shots of cortisone Tear you up like an ACL Cuz you ain't bad to the bone I'm a frigid zone You a frigin summers eve I'm a winters freeze You SWV Mc's get weak in the knees Cold wind gusts, when I busts Power lines, smoking trees Put em' on freeze like Fro-Zone Mr. Incredible, higher than ozone Crack a rap pedestal, like they were mouse bones And don't deserve the power to be up on the microphone The Blade Runner, chasing down these wack clones Sit down men, that lost testosterone Private eyes undercover, with there gangster tones Unusual suspects, that's why I stay in my zone Microphone assassin life Like a John Wick flick The man behind the shine, span spic Mr. Clean with the baldy Like Baldhead Slick Rhyme free or die hard My careers a straight vick Lyrical murderer black suit, black car I'll go bar for bar With these modern day rap czars Straight Blizzo, uncut rhymes raw Chopped up I'm still Iller than the illest paw