OT - Rewind

OT - Rewind


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Beat: Snott
Lyrics: OT
Scratches: DJ Zeuss
Övrigt: Min första låt på Whoa.

Verse 1:
the name? OT, rippin' mics is my hobby
compared to me, youre coming off short like a hobbit
when i roam the streets mc's be takin' off their ice
but i aint gonna take your jewels i'm gonna take your life
kid your rhymestyle need an, extreme makeover
what i spit is lethal so you better take cover
the industry's fucked up, too much wack record dealing
OT's breakin' hearts and i aint talkin' bout feelin's
eyo i'm dope as fuck, and thats on the first verse
freestyle i'll duct tape your mouth and let you go first
you've been wack since your birth, and your flow is hopeless
fuck the dopest each song i write is my magnum opus
i say hocus pocus, and make magic mp3's
and turn fake mc's into an endangered specie
it's OT, i leave wannabe rappers torn
cuz when i'm on the mic you know that Lyrics are Born

(Chorus)

Verse 2:
mc's say that i'm a myth, something that doesnt exist
but when i grab the microphone they grab their crucifix
lookin' down on me, you'll get more than a facelift
get your face split laced quick when it comes to the battle shit
you're my cattle bitch, you aint throwin' up sets
the only thing youre throwing up is your stomachs contents
your raps are nonsense, i'll leave you lifeless
when i start spittin', you better put on a lifevest
i hit a homerun on your homie with the baseball bat
and you'll be runnin' home, droppin' the acting tough crap
it aint where you from stupid its about where you at
you wanna learn how to rap you better learn how to act
battle with me and you wont finish one fuckin sentence
didnt you know rappers fear me like motherfuckin the dentist
i'm the illest on the mic cuz i aint in it for the cash
so when i pass the mic, you motherfuckers better pass

(Chorus)

Verse 3:
my rhymes rip through human flesh like a pirhana
believe it or not, you can go ask Ripley if you wanna
i turn you fuckin' capos, into cappuchino
cuz i got more heat than nicolas cage and al pacino
i'll turn your vide shoot, into a shootout
your fuckin' click got more zeros than Bill Gates bank account
i spit out my mouth, and you spit out your asshole
thats why youre misfit, like an white afro
you're just a hatchet man, get head dropped in a basket man
cuz youre doin' more blowjobs than Bomberman
you know the program, dope lyrics and dope beats
keep playin motherfucker but i'm playin' for keeps
when i drop a rhyme, y'all aint sayin shit like a mime
cuz it's a fine line between beef and you dyin
always spit shine, OT comin' in crackin' your spine
heart condition flatline now you know its bedtime

(Chorus)