bmunk - A sudden rage
ya wanna learn how to be the bad ass..
..it's simple, just bust a cap to prove ya new true state and
clutch ya gat and foolish cats turn like they a newspaper
pushing limits like hundred miles an hour through the city
yes, sumthin smells funny when i slide around your district
so come get it, this ain't hit list groves to snitch ya bitch wit
this flick is icky business like sniffin glue, this shit's addictive
cus it's dope, my tongue triggers fast and shoots like a gun
i blast shows all over the globe, my style's loose on the run
ya over son, quit rely on the shit pile you call click or fam
the flying hit man, i aint dealing with crews like Nicole Kidman
a ladie's man, known for learning dykes to ride on the pony
while yall can't feel shit moving though i strike you like bowling
it's on now, only problem is when i run out of cats to brawl with
ya style aint brand new, you've picked up others' like Carlings
it's all there is to say, i set the bar high to light up this crib
dropping thick bars while yall keep fighting with thin sticks
Fick plötsligt suget att skriva nåt. Jag har provat lite olika sorters rimscheman i texten, mest för att testa på. Vissa delar kanske flyter mindre bra än andra, men för mig funkar det rätt fint.
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