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Lightspeed Chopper 4
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Lightspeed Chopper 4 was released on January 13, 2019 by Tru Productions as a part of the album Tru
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AlbumTru
Release DateJanuary 13, 2019
LabelTru Productions
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Gregory Phelps
David Gregory Phelps
Songwriter

Lyrics

Hahaha
Yeah
I don't know, man
I really think that is finally that time
Gonna hit 'em with the Light Speed
Gonna hit 'em with the Light Speed
Gonna hit 'em with the Light Speed
Gonna hit 'em with the Light Speed (Finish him)
I'm a Lightspeed Chopper
And when I enter the vicinity I'm finna be the center of attention
With more lyricism than I can mention
But I'm here and I'm presenting the Lightspeed 4 invention
Lynching the competition with a collage invision, spittin' the Lightspeed trilogy edition
Will he be the sickest? Silly, see he trippin', silly rabbit, kill the beat with different versatility
He on a mission of the dopest, leaving your writers hopeless
He's been invited most to the mutherfucking UC regardless
And even though they didn't hit me up for number nine
If they did, I'd still killing this shit the hardest
You're retarded thinking that I'ma pardon your hater shit
I make 'em sick, I'm coming back a martyr
Who wanna fuck with DNA, the lyrical godfather of that rap game?
And that flame hotter than butane
True pain, you ain't ready for your guts to be hangin' out like loose change
Who to blame, when you get whipped like Pootie Tang
Hit in the brain, comin' with a flying dragon kick, Liu Kang
I'm a muthafucking sick dude, mane, hit 'em with the ripgut, do thangs you can't
I'ma lurch in your church, like Lurch who rang? You rang
Frankenstein, I'll be coming to rip out your brain
I'm the DNA T-R-U-L-Y-R-I-C-I-S-T, rippin' out both ya' testies
Who the fuck wanna test me? Better impress me or get put to sleep with the "lepsy"
Of the "narco", I be spittin' it darker
I'm the darksided author, who wanna bother steppin' up to the part
Where I'm shanking your motherfucking, hear out: "water, water"
What they screamin' form the mutherfucking thinkin' he can stand what I'm bringing
Silly putty and semen, the blood and vomit of the bulimic chick
Thinking she too fat for my dick, bitch, keep dreaming
I'ma stick it in rippin' it with the quick-idist dividends
You can exhibit the sick-idist, tick-idist, tock-idist, look at the watch
You better be watching for the monster slithering out the swamps of the darkness to chop you vigorous
This that shit that I be talkin' 'bout better watch your mouth steppin' up to the DNA
I can take it all to the depths, get wrecked
When it comes to the best, yes, I've seen plenty
I've studied and learned, leaving 'em bloody and burned
Gut up and yearned, they're feeling the torture before they are cursed through the ferns with a voice, no hoarse reinforcing its stern
It's funny they turned to the money they earned, it's muddy and churned, their buddies can urge
Them to keep tryin', but I ain't concerned, my mind is made up and my lines are adjourned
I'm sorry I'm not spitting syllables nonstop
I know you all want me to chop
I know you don't care about the lyricism tryna get it through yo' head
Be patient, it's coming, you thots
After all this time, you still classify me as a chopper thinking I don't care about these rhymes
Saying that I ain't shit, commenting on my YouTube page
With yo' weakass statements, you chime in thinking I'ma mind
Thinking that I care, 'bout ya nobodies, so funny, you're a fucking waste of air
So I'ma lightspeed it one time, for my true fans still in this bitch, who really do care, I'm here
Coming to spit it, hitting it with the fourth edition, more to witness, when you steppin' to the almighty sword that's splitting your cranium
I'm swinging it in their pachymeningitis, hacking them in a minute to miniscule minerals, get it?
I figure these idiots all never get it, they're ignorant, it's a pity shitty tidbits are too insignificant
I'm finna get a little bit ambiguous this year, when I hit 'em with the sixth gear, no need to be shifting it
When I'm gone in sixty seconds, like I'm Eleanor, warn 'em all
I'm burning ball, bearing off the block won't stop, can't tell no more lies about the way I'm 'bout to rise up out the hate, you'll never see a brighter day, I'll cut yo' eyes out with a steak knife
Stay right there and witness the sickest to ever spit it, the pen I'm pimping and flipping it
I grab the mic and chop it to dividends, it's never gonna end until I get rid of 'em
And a new age rapper never gonna be one of 'em
I'm a lyricist, I came to mirror flip the fucking game, until these motherfuckers feel my flame, I reign lightspeed
Up in the game and I'm bringin' the pain, ain't nobody bringin' it like me
And I don't give a fuck if you don't like me, despise the
Way I choose to do it, 'cause I do it the truest, from tie the noose, to welcome to the peak, and all the UCs, and I keep getting better, how the fuck you wanna do it?
DNA Tru Lyricist, bitch, too fluent
Chewing through your metacarpal, give you writers block and carpal tunnel hit ya, make ya fumble, fuck mumble rap
I'm a humble cat, but I'ma spit it at the apex rewind, "xepa", mumble that
I'm the one to crack ya mind open, I'm scopin 'em for the headshot, you can choke on that
No joke, it's a fact, I'm back, sit back and get ready for the rap attack, I blast lightspeed
Written by: David Gregory Phelps
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