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Round #4
196
Hip-Hop/Rap
Round #4 was released on September 23, 2022 by Get@Em Recordz as a part of the album Round #4 - Single
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Release DateSeptember 23, 2022
LabelGet@Em Recordz
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM81

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Punchline Academy
The Punchline Academy
Performer
Cory Gunz
Cory Gunz
Performer
Tahmell
Tahmell
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Da Inphamus Amadeuz
Da Inphamus Amadeuz
Composer
Vinny Idol
Vinny Idol
Composer

Lyrics

I got a Tonka rhythm
I let some dahalism look like Blanka bit 'em
Success my only responses to them
I hope the sponsors for them's prepared
To be targets if it launches at 'em
'Cause we gon' send 'em to the angels and the operas in 'em
You don't keep still like Michael J, we got Parkinson's Syndrome
Dark hearted with a kind demeanor
We more of a mean, we are more of an onomatopoeia
You ain't gotta read the scripture to see the picture
All these HPs gotta do is agree to get ya
I plead the fifth and I proceed to enter
Where you sleep, they gon' find you dead
Reaching like you need your dentures
Little do they know it's do them
Blue wounds looking like baby tornadoes when you blend
Before I'm played what is a trend
Take a scalpel from my navel to my chin
Zip a shot and then Zipper raise this shit again
I rap too, on my Kanye, dripping swagu
Third lane dipping and swipping so I can pass you, I'm hot
See the— canary poking out the sock
We roll up, no care, posted in front of opps
I'm the real God's son, but I'm different, I'm a problem
Iverson couldn't answer, stepping over the bottom
Since my arrival, we balling, since for the finals
Either you with me or not, turn 'em into a rival
On my bully shit, New York Melo, on my hoodie shit
Dave Curry against Kawhi, when they pully miss
Ski shooting, I'm ready for them to cut the check
You know we gon' flex, don't give a fuck about a ref
We can call a tech, but remember we shoot for free
I have old **** bending over and grabbing knees
They yelling I'm weak, been strong arming for weeks
I'm stomping these **** out, mudhole in the sneaks
Uh, still a God, but call me Jesus
I'm carrying messages and never have to preach it
Patience is key, God's related to me
I live through him, how you think Moses parted the sea?
I need the sharper degrees when the vocab is different
Still three-sixty degrees, your dad, I listen
The God's son, shoutout to Nas, I'm the real one
Take it how you want, I'm the I don't need a deal son
Feel son, UV in my rays
My boiling point is hot, been changing my ways
It's 'cause I rap different, mack women, bag lifting
I chase it anywhere that I go like the cash in it
I'm the Black Caesar, you can find me right where I post
See, they been calling me Tommy way before the ghost
Ignore the jokes, nutty professor, Dave Chappelle
The world gon' love me, la casa de papel
Yeah
Raised around the gangsters, became a survivalist
Talking cold blooded adapting to my environment
Wild Western style, pressure crowds to silence
I'm talking that shit that differentiate
You from tryna be a man or be the man
Grandma probably thought that we was playing, we wasn't playing
Stories I ain't tell like I was twelve
Me and twin got booked late night in
The chicken spot for our seedy mans
I was turned Dede Dan
Determined not to be the victim, what got me to sick 'em
With the snub nose as if it's time for me to sick 'em
Virginia raised me better, but I'm Pita Boy
I'm smoking something so loud y'all could see the noise
You known to run with a couple of skimmers
We hungry, I'll get you touched for a couple of dinners
Most of my **** been up for a couple of winters
You only glorify the struggles, you just a pretender
I'll have you dirty **** jumping to more than conclusions
Then have you laying all over the floors, pollution
Sometimes peace is the problem and war the solution
No penitentiaries, cemeteries or institutions
You just give your **** the fish, all mine fishermen
Taught to stay teachable, all mind listening
I remain equal due to my design discipline
Haters size hisses and you'll know the sobs isn't kin, uh
**** want me to shed like I'm losing skin
So I keep a guest in my right palm with a friend
You speak on me reckless, that's like balls to the chin
The hits get accepted just like calls from a friend
I don't wanna catch you around your squad
I'd rather that be when you casually having a jog or a swim
And **** I don't got no time for DMs
Most of my **** is either on the job or the gym
**** I be in the Bronx in the grim
In the fog, **** all you'll see is stars in my brim
**** brought a dart 'cause I'm sorta sharp
Y'all be running with the croc, now look at all the sharks
Listen, I ain't for them late debates when they raise the stakes
I wait, let 'em take the bait in they paper plates
I saw a key before I had a place to skate
****, we'll find out when you born and then erase the date, bitch
Me, I'm crazy sick, the style is dangerous
This ain't something that I just do, I was made for this
Everybody else, yeah, they sound the same and shit, right?
Hopefully one day we be they favorite
Be in control like we AI and we stay fly
Not talking clothes, yo, we in the paint high
From the crossover first step, we penetrate by
Them dudes we lose to the whole intake
Ah, they can't hold me, **** is not worthy
Yo, I'm so gutter, my brother, they ain't heard me
And soft drink ****, yo, they all slurpees
And my verses so dirty they carry herpes
'Cause I'm spitting raw shit, it's not a movie but
If they want to, then they can play the broad skit
Every day I'm hustling paper and I supply
Ink to my pen, push words to the paper
We out
Written by: Da Inphamus Amadeuz, Vinny Idol
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