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Throwdown
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Throwdown was released on April 22, 2022 by 3800517 Records DK as a part of the album Jack of All Trades - EP
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Release DateApril 22, 2022
Label3800517 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Healy
John Healy
Songwriter
Curtis Wiltsey
Curtis Wiltsey
Songwriter
Jack Moranetz
Jack Moranetz
Songwriter

Lyrics

Time to throw some shade
J Choppa here
WiltZ how this goes
Alright I guess it’s time for shade8 to step to plate
No special talent, you know I’m just a kid from the mountain state
Hey John I know you call yourself the Kmart Jack Harlow
But this cannot be true you don’t have any of them nice bars yo
I don’t think I’m great, be honest I rap like an old lady
But calling yourself Jack is like sayin I’m the real slim shady
Gotta say your hair lookin like Ronald Macdonald
That may be a stretch, but I’m just reaching like Honnold
Curtis you make decent beats, but I’m killin my debut
Demeanor is callused, like my hands I’m using to smack you
I know you got some skills but please go call a bodyguard
Otherwise this gonna to send ya straight down to the graveyard
Y’all’s raps so stinky they be smellin like rotten kimchi
I’m just nailin my first rap, call me the modern da vinci
You guys are so turbulent, can’t disrupt my laminar flow
That’s 18 lines of rocket fuel, time to leave place and watch it go
Should I rip these suckas up, should i really let em have it?
I’ve been rapping for some time, it’s becoming a real habit
This my territory, I’m getting defensive i must admit
Lemme spit
Came in the game, not worried about fame
Wiltz on the track but his rhymes are lame
You miss lay ups, I swish like I’m dame
Won this battle before it started
After this they say I’m cold hearted
You farted, cause your bars stink
You the opposite of fire, call it a Wiltz ice rink
Glowing white skin, go and get yourself some zinc
Lemme think
Now I’m gonna talk about shade eight
Bottom of the group it’s no debate
Bringing us down like an ankle weight
Time to say bye, it’s just fate
But I love ya man, you just not a rapper
Said you could spit, you a capper
Talking about nothing, jibber-jabber
Snatched up the win like a kidnapper
Now lemme bring it back, yeah that money we gon stack
That’s Enough of me, time for the Wiltz comeback
Smell that? Somethin a little funny in the air
No introduction needed, I ain’t got any time to spare
My bars are levels higher than you guys, this ain’t looking fair
Don’t you ever dare provoke the guy sitting in the chair
Hear that? The beat. It kinda goes insane
Add that to the laundry list of the things that WiltZ made
When all is said and done I’ll make sure there’s no debate
It’s a landslide, Fleetwood Mac I’m off the chain
Ooh the great j choppa, the new rap Titus
Your Voice is so raspy, I think you got bronchitis
No cash cow with out me, you ain’t got your own devices
He ain’t got no substance without WiltZs spices
You got your views from me, don’t even start to get flattered
Take away everything I did, you wouldn’t even be a rapper
I didn’t get my music handed on a silver platter
Been producing for 10 years and spit bars like Marshall Mathers
Shade8 i don’t know, you ain’t Davinci or Van Gogh
I’m not trynna be an ass, but to be honest your verses kinda blow
You needed a million tries when we recorded a week ago
I think you should go back to just playing with wood blocks bro
From Centennial state? More like centennial campus?
Those guys don’t shower for weeks, Picture that on a canvas
Don’t compare your tracks to mine, you’ll find that to be disastrous
I’m your boogeyman when I’m around, call me your krampus
I’m writin my on chronicle
Don’t stop me that’s illogical
Out here livin prodigal
Cause My work is astronomical
All day, I’m methodical
Im a madman, diabolical
In my blood, heterological
Sending rappers to the hospital
Written by: Curtis Wiltsey, Jack Moranetz, John Healy
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