Mixtape shit... 48 bars
Inget speciellt såhär som text, tänkte bara visa att jag lever... förväntar mig inget mer än typ "okej, men du har gjort bättre"... till skillnad från mycket här inne är det flowable as fuck tho...
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check it out is like this when i enter the lab
with my friends and sit down with a pen and a pad
and write rhymes .. bout things i see i my mind
sometimes it takes a while to decide and rewind
and scribble down my lines .. to make it happen
break down the fake rappin tactics .. wait to rake the cash in
with crates of vax and .. the ol sound of the flow
time to design the road and go around the whole globe
whenever i kick live .. you know that ill be wreckin the mic
and fellas that be testin better know that ill be reppin it tight
yall better be gettin it right man .. it dont surprise me
that real recognize real .. so trust what ya eyes see
its like that when i place stikes at you man
act up with us and well break out fights at your jam
you see me laughin with my homies cuz we be likin the fam
.. the master of ceremony with the mic in my hand
locked and loaded .. i'm ready for some rock and roll
tacticore blast em all .. i kick off the dome
trainspotters .. man yall cant hold us back
i flow and rap over beats straight from stolen vax
it's like that .. so why the fuck u wastin my time
like a pause .. i keep rappers waitin in line
unbreakable minds .. when im up to bless this art
16 bars leave yall lookin like question marks
the best of all .. still rappin long ahead of my time
better with lines and if anything ya better be down
i enter your town spendin heavy dimes filled with venomous..
rhymes, i battle the whine with incredible kinds of every design
so settle it now .. ya'll cant afford to bite
with robinbanks on the beat its always more to write
u'se a girl, i prolly drop the shit you oughta like
when i rock a cordless mic theres always broads in sight
i've got two sides, like my tape on random bastards
schizophrenic like the guy who did collateral damage
trainspotters ... man u can't hold us back
i flow and rap over beats on my solo track
it's like that .. when i just repeat my verses
decent verses while ya shit is all deletion purpose
man .. im hot enough to burn ya speaker circuits
come by your house, to see how weak ya turf is
hold it down for the streets .. like greasy workers
while yall sick fucks lookin for some feet to worship
straight up, im down when i defeat ya herbs and
your shit is old and boring like preaching sermons
tacticore ... scratch over beats thats murder
robinbanks its always tite when .. hes in service
im not rich ... but i got no squeaky purses
my tapes hot while ya shit's some weak ass purchase
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Köp Robinbanks/Tacticore's cd och kassett när de är ute....