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Must be trill
Must be dope
Must be the realest shit
I ever fucking wrote
Must be ill
Must be tight like a rope
Like it grips on yo throat
But uplifts yo soul
Yo
I jus needa chill
You already know
I be coming from the city
Where the winters too cold
So how does that feel
Knowing the kids too dope
And
Ima
Pass
Out
A few meals
Young boi
Turn it up
To cleanse
My soul
I been in my zone
For a fortnight
Feeling
Like i got four minds
For each rhyme i spill
Thy dont kill
But the mic been murkin em foreal
And
I more like
Form
Tides
Every time
I spill
I endure light
Foresight
Tell me whats real
Ignore
Shit talk
Motherfuck how they feel
If they aint really tryna build
Each other up
Sealed
With
That brother love
I done enough deals
To reveal
That theres sumthin up
Here
Over there
Im aware
I stand and i stare
Like a scarescrow
Hay
In my tearing
Clothes
Kuz i got em bones full variables
So it goes
Ima grow
Till
I cant Fit my bones
Heaven knows
I stand in the night like im six feet tall
Or Like im by ya bed
While ya snoring
Sleep it off
And
Repeat
Halloween three
Call it season of witch
Hearing hallows eve screams
Im product of
Of things
That i dont understand
Never knew jus what it meant
So i threw it over hand
I hit em wit intent
Venomous
You reminisce
Im imminent
I never miss
I Been a fit
Like getting
Pissed
Kuz you never get sum relevance
The elephant
Jus took a shit
Ima tell em
This
You can suck a dick
If u wanna
Diss
All im throwing you is piss
N a towel
When it ends
But my stream
Never stop
On these dang retards
If we box
Then its
PVR pee v R
And
Thats pure
Non stop let me ventilate
Last year
I was taught
Dont attend to fakes
Closed ears
Only talk
Kuz they never wait
No fear
Dont stop
Learn to bend the hate
Dissipate
Make it break
Make it fragile like a plate
Levitate
Heaven waits
If you
Do it
Do it great
Prove it with yo faith
Even if u gotta spew it in they face
You rejuvenate
You was never late
Never hesitate
To do it any other way
Is like a kick up in yo face
You dont like the taste
So why you gonna take that
Pick up with yo pace
Get out
The pickle
That you make
And get a sickle
Let
It swang
In the ripples
In yo brain
Throw the ego to the flames
I was evil n untamed
But
Now
Im killing the evil
Getting even
Aint even on my brain
Better leave ya name
Young is crawling out the drain
Come n
Vanquish
Anguish
Aim foot first
Better make sure
That ur anger
Is a caged germ
Full of vapors
Let it flake first
Time to
Break curse
Everyday work
Ima stranger
Lookin my face
Sir
Feeling like a ranger
Middle name danger
For any hater that aint ready for the change
Like a paystub
I wager
I wake up
And
Ate slurrs
Ima late verse
And a verse late
Double AA
Surge
Hit
First base
Face first
Kuz the way
Words
hold a
weight
Hurts
If you dont pace
So
Im slow play
On a snow day
Full of rain
On the soul plane
Here we go again
Oh sorry im back
My alter
Take control
Make a knot in the track
So i be walking it back
Till i hit the wall relapse
N there aint no calling me
Back
Till they give my art an attack
But my heart is harder than that
So restart at the back
N make ya way up the front
By the time ya get there
They aint giving out nun
So now im late
Holding out my pen as a gun
N let the rain keep falling
When my sentence is done
Must be trill
Must be dope
Must be the realest shit
You ever fucking wrote
Must be trill
Must be dope
Must be the realest shit
You ever fucking wrote
Must be ill
Must be tight like a rope
Like it grips on yo throat
But uplifts yo soul
Yo
We jus needa chill
You already know
We be coming from the city
Where the winters too cold
So how does that feel
Knowing us kids too dope
WRITERS
Marcus Lopez
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