Ha ha ha ha ha
Its good to be back…
I ain’t been feeling like muyself, but-
– y’all gon catch this work..
Look
Just got my license
I’m hunting em down
They steady talk sh#t
Thinking they won’t get found
Go quiet like X
When the man come around
Then square up like “clowns”
When I’m breaking new ground
Chins get rocked
Like the first outro-duction
If I rage on beats
You gon peep the production
I been on a level
That nobody touching
If you hear “Jajanken”
It’s more than concussion
Kill em with the quickness
Call it god speed
Goofies still hating
Even when we called it god speed
Think you really got me
But I claim the top seat
Say you gon off me
But crew looking awfully
Alarming the best
That I come for the neck
I’ll leave em disarmed
Like kite getting pressed
I know that I’m goated
Check the time I invest
If you think that we equal
That’s straight disrespect
I’m chaining them down
When I’m flexing my skill
I eat all these beats
Cause I ain’t got my fill
I feel like Leoreio
Mostly, I’m chill
But still won’t hesitate
To go for the kill
Grind for a grammy
And O.G.s in phantoms
Think they got goods?
Pull the stick and can em
Kinesthetic
I learned this hands on
Didn’t play by the books
Now I’m building a fandom
Call me Ging
I son y’all then dip
Got the Killua fit
It’s that kill you all drip
On my Meruem sh#t
b#tch yo wig can get split
I’m a Zoldyck
It’s money when I kill a b#tch
The troupe kill em all
But the scene look same
Fire clips at yo block
Homegirl clean up the stains
I been in the shadows
Making all of the flames
Put them ants inside a box
When the piece taking aim
Don’t get me passionate
I’ll make sure that you die on a hill
Pariston
The masses love me forreal
No comparison
My skill is surreal
You know the deal
f#ck how you feel
Beating me?
You lil b#tches must be off of a pill
C-C-Crazy been part of the plan
And yo chick in the palm of my hand
Shalnark how I stick with a pen
Motha f#cka I’m List with the nen
Never show it till you seeking an end
You n#gg#s ain’t touching my en
Pitou with the gaze
One look and you feeling the malice
That I have hidden deep within me
Gladly f#ck a baddie with some blue hair
I’m exposing openings like the clothing on Menchi
You n#gg#s sent me to the outskirts
Thinking I won’t survive
But I’m one of few
To leave the dark continent alive
Hand on the metal
When I’m in a bad mental space
Brought a shovel to scrap
After, I’mma dig ya grave
That’s Kurapika
Benolenov, how the jit gon box em up
Uvogin, you gon die from all that talking tough
Tryna kill me off?
Hate to say but you can’t plot enough
If pull up wit a chopper
n#gg# you is outta luck
Knov, disrespectin’
Till you post on my set
Shiapouf, it’s all class
Till you come incorrect
Never gamble
But you better hope I don’t place a bet
Cause if I roll to yo slot
I’m gonna land with a tech
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