album cover
Start this Shit Hard
21
Hip-Hop/Rap
Start this Shit Hard was released on August 21, 2024 by Gilli as a part of the album Ripped Beats Vol. 1
album cover
Release DateAugust 21, 2024
LabelGilli
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM94

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gilli
Gilli
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gilli
Gilli
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ben Bakker
Ben Bakker
Producer, Engineer
Disvet Beats
Disvet Beats
Producer, Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah
One time
Lemme hit the ground running, tell you something fucking
Me 'round, lay down pounds, sounds'a thumping, I'm under
The thumb of bums, I got drums pumping blood to
A dumb fuck skull, God I might fumble it, you
Fuckin' up, cunt wanna crack? come on up, Give us
A grapple on your back fat with the flattened bar of me-
-tal sharp, pull apart body parts, carvin' pull up bars
When pullin' past, zoomin' full HAMAS, (booming)
A terrorist on this rap shit
Full cap spastic, lay hands on a mans haptic
Hectic with a mastiff, rippin' that phat shit like magic
On tracks, you bettin' bad you ain't that kid, (nah)
Just a bitch with a mid clique, a
Limp dick in this scene, we equally full of shit
When I'm ripping like this, don't usually hit it ballistic
Especial' not on kids who's shit's a little autistic
(dumb motherfuckers)
So keep ya mitts outta the business
Next sex pest to talk on shit is gonna kiss it, God as
My witness, I'll the beat off breaks of ya weak shit
(leave it)
Ain't the type stand and fight jesus, (nah)
And in a world so full of sinners, I'ma sink a
Track like mother backing a pack'a liquor, 'till I
Stagger in the mirror intent on bendin' a visage
Sticking fingers in the wind as if it's all that I visioned, I'm
The realest in this shit, couldn't picture livin' it different
Miss linkin' with the missus, Missin' riskin' the fictitious
MIss the Mazda's rear demisters shitting bricks as if it's fisted
Miss the days lacking pain, amazed gazing at fission
In these times i find a fine liner, ride
Higher than my mind, at signs of rhyme writers
Hiding behind mics, like finding mice frightened
At sights of my rhymes, divine when I'm tryin' like, Fuck
Cunt, I couldn't spit it any clearer, just sit there a
Second, let me bend lessons in interferin' in
Peddling letters and letting pedigree level sentences
Enterin' better venom with pens inventing a menace
Sending ketamine wrecked retinas to the heavens
When bending shit, end it like Eddie Vedders better
Man, Melanchol' expressions embedded, left with an
Air of tenderness, content in this endless mess and it's
Like fuck, I'm outta breath and shit
Written by: Gilli
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out􀆄 copy􀐅􀋲

Loading...