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Unstoppable
8,680
Hip-Hop/Rap
Unstoppable was released on July 7, 2016 by 621261 Records DK as a part of the album Unstoppable - Single
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Release DateJuly 7, 2016
Label621261 Records DK
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM59

Credits

Lyrics

Fucker, I'm unstoppable, let me get it then I'ma go
Mother fucking insane for you people that be listening
If you really got love for the rap game
I'ma rip the instrumental like I'm a machete, fuck a rap name
Khris Moore, get with it, I'ma get in it
Talking about the pinnacle up in the mix, getting in it
Like a fully automatic, I'm abracadabra at it
While I'm spitting the lyrics, you hear it, I get so sick, and so ignorant
Different literacy, isn't it? Blistering, bickering
Sicker then most of these rappers
That rap 'bout their chicks, and their digits
Fuck reaching, I'm breaching their limits
But, oh, let me say it right now
Fuck these women, I'm gonna be swimming
In all of 'em anyway
Wait till I'm getting paid, getting laid like every day
Until every day is considered a holiday, damn
Where the fuck my cheese? No ham
Broke like a mother fucking clock, no hands
I don't got no bands L O double L A
P A LOOZA took my jam
What a crook, no spam, I'ma still bring the heat
Like a fire to the cooking pan
What you looking at, with your looking ass?
I been in it to win it since the beginning
And when I finish I'm gonna
Be up in the city living first class
Heard that, I'ma merk raps
Like I'm fucking a bitch up on to the third wrap
Wetter then a bird bath
Better put respect on my name like I'm Birdman
No need to determine
I'm a king, you can ask Merlin
I'm a riot, can't step inside it, 1961 Berlin
I'm learning while burning you bitches
Concerned with my flow
Don't get it twisted, no my verses ain't slow
Lil' hoe, get used to it
I'm a AK-47, you a pistol whip
With no pistol grip, ain't got shit to spit
So, get off my dick
I got 99 problems I'ma solve quick
When I get up on the mic, and rip it like a rivet
Up in a divot, then halt, quick, stop
So livid and timid, when I begin it, no limits
I'ma give it everything that I got, until I exhaust all options
I know that you be getting nauseous
This a lot to take in, so take caution
I'm toxic monoxide, you don't feel me till you drop, die
Fruit fly, catch me fucking your bitch in a suit tie
Who am I? Your replacement, don't be ashamed
High school mother fuckers used to dis my name
But now they all got respect like Aretha Franklin
Don't think I'll make it, what the fuck is you thinking?
I meant it when I said it, almost sent it telekinetic
You taking a listen, or missing the point like some bold letters
I'm a goal setter, go getter, oh let a
Motherfucker like me up in the game
And I'ma gonna be so better
Hoe, better back up with the hello
I'ma reply back like an echo in acapella
I'm the type of guy that don't give a fuck
About a bitch up on his pillow
That can wait until I'm in a mansion
With a private limo
Do you get the memo?
Looking for the money
Not a clingy little kiddo, ditto?
Middle finger if you disagree to my decision
I'ma have to be ducking all of these women, like limbo
I have to knock the game out, RIP Muhammad Ali
Can't forget about Kimbo
Flip the rap game like a zippo
Ain't talking bout lighting up a cigarillo
Weed strong, call it armadillo
My craft is immaculate, rappers ain't passing it
Pass me the mic, and I'll show you what passion is
Lit like a candle stick, too hot to handle it
Last but not least, I'm the best, that's more accurate
I am the God, and the Lazarus
I resurrected myself to this rapping shit
Looked at these wack mother fuckers, ain't having it
Get the fuck out of my face if you average, ha, ha, ha, ha
Hold up, I ain't done with the beat yet
Twenty more seconds, but I haven't got my feet wet
Still tryna send a fucking message to the rejects
I'ma rip you open like a packet of Splenda, without a C Sect
Just to find out you're another MC defect
We don't need that weak shit, so don't even try to present
Only E for effort that you're going to get
Is when I'm pressing the eject
Y'all don't compare to me
Get the fuck out of my lane hoe
This a race to the finish line
For the money and the fame, yo
If you fake, then you gotta go
Yeah, the rap game has a lot of those
And if you didn't, now you bitches know
I am unstoppable
Khris Moore
Written by: Khris Moore
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