Theory & Maximus – LIVE ROUNDS

lyrics – / / / – www.youtube.com let the bass drop feel ya face pop dj stop that, im jk’in put it in a bag let me cop that kay slayin’, flexin’ the funk, mayday in your future, not what your used to, put the rest in the trunk, invest in a pump, im next to the next best the next test to test vets best get a vest or be restin in mud, im blessed with the thud to break glass you break fast when i shake it up and shake asses out of the stands smack you take the mic out your hands, cross the i’s, dot the t’s, who am i? who is he? a nail biter, failed writer, my complexion is pale, whiter than ghosts, post up inhale lighter fluid till i choke blaze trees im achin to raise heat, fuck ya thermostat i’ll crush it like a hermit crab, bait meat, only way to play me, better get a hook, all these rappers got no flavor better tell em get a cook, crack blunts, pass punts, bat bunts, rat hunts for the cheese im prayin on my knees for rap to come back to steez fuck ya swag fuckin fags better flip the fuckin switch i got a bed bath and body bag for ya bitch infiniti and beyond, you want whatever we on, cold hearted, cold blooded, colder than your freon, leonitis, kick em in the pit, we ignite it voted in im here to tell you that you will be indicted laringitis, mucus flem, sickest in the school a pair of writers with some pens and we the quickest with the tool take an old beat, wake it up, then i kill it, grill it on a skillet, fullfill it with the illest and then i call it new callin <b>…</b>

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