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Pyromaniacs
91
Hip-Hop
Pyromaniacs was released on February 23, 2024 by Goon MuSick as a part of the album Pyromaniacs - Single
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Release DateFebruary 23, 2024
LabelGoon MuSick
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Novatore
Novatore
Performer
Celph Titled
Celph Titled
Performer
C-Lance
C-Lance
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Craig Lanciani
Craig Lanciani
Composer
Louis Cisneroz
Louis Cisneroz
Songwriter
Vic Mercer
Vic Mercer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
C-Lance
C-Lance
Producer

Lyrics

Look! You 'bout to have me in my savage zone
We battle rap, I'ma bag and send your cadaver home
The way I'm rappin', I can shatter bones
Splatter your dome and then leave your matter scattered up in the catacombs (Ugh!)
I'm a villain' raidin' your villages
Build and destroy like guerrillas rapin' and pillagin'
My cells are dyin' but really feel like I'm still a kid
I quit the alcohol, it was really killin' my will to live
Ugh! Now I'm back and better than ever
You in my path and I'm happy to take a blade and then get you severed
I'll stab your brain up with your nose bone
I might be a little quiet but down to riot and hold the throne
I really think it's in my chromosomes
I'm a gorilla in the mist, beat on my chest and then pound my fist
I'll be renowned before the sound desist
You never sold no pounds or ounces, you a clown, your sound is counterfeit
You know my name is raisin' to the top
I'm killin' off these lames to place 'em in a box
This is the cream of the crop
Scheme and I'll plot to get the dream but never be what I'm not (For real!)
You know my name is raisin' to the top
I'm killin' off these lames to place 'em in a box
This is the cream of the crop
Scheme and I'll plot to get the dream but never be what I'm not (For real!)
They say they talk to the boss but that just means they talk to me
I look in the mirror (Uh huh!) and I see that's the boss of me (I am!)
My favorite part of a business plan is the bullet points
Fans think I'm an alien 'cause they ain't understood my voice
The voice of God vibrates out of this mouthpiece
My 50 Cal rifle the same size as Jermaine Dupri
Extortion and torture, I got pliers
Never been caught before, I don't got priors (No!)
You my child, I'ma put you in timeout
This .45 will send you to the corner of the room with your spine out (Woah!)
How you act pretentious, front like you drive a Bentley, your bitch ass in a Genesis
Can't throw tomatoes at me, I'm the motherfuckin' maître'd'
This my restaurant, serve you a glass sandwich on a croissant
Those who can't see me suffer from blind rage
My brain is a work of art so imagine my mind frame
You know my name is raisin' to the top
I'm killin' off these lames to place 'em in a box
This is the cream of the crop
Scheme and I'll plot to get the dream but never be what I'm not (For real!)
You know my name is raisin' to the top
I'm killin' off these lames to place 'em in a box
This is the cream of the crop
Scheme and I'll plot to get the dream but never be what I'm not (For real!)
Written by: Craig Lanciani, Louis Cisneroz, Vic Mercer
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