Say it dont spray it next time

hip hop, gangsta rap, lo-fi (90s/90s-inspired)

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[Style: Cinematic Hip Hop, Heavy Bass, Conversational Spoken Word, Rapid Rap]

[Intro: Dark ambient pads, light vinyl crackle]

[Chorus]
[Voice A - High Energy] That bar was tight, Son.
[Voice B - Gritty, Confident] I know; I ate with that bitch.
[Voice B] Like I had a meal with my baby momma,
[Voice B - Spoken] You know; before the fantasy switched....
[Voice A] That shit hit harder than Tyson!
[Voice A] Only if Tyson was equipped with some of that shit
[Voice A] That go bump in the night and made Freddy slit his wrist.
[Voice B - Surprised] Damn Nicka?! You really think I ate with that shit?
[Voice A] Like a minute crept up on 7:59,
[Voice A] And you had two girls with one cup on they mind.
[Voice A] Michael would of left Lincoln behind.
[Voice A - Reflective] Sometimes bars can't be broken. 
[Voice A] But here's to hoping and trying. 
[Voice A] I tip my hat to you my nicka,
[Voice A] And I hope your pen is never broken.

[Verse: Rapid spoken rap]
I've aint never been a fan of this epidemic
Covid sho did show up a pandemic 
Nickas been bitch made. So afraid. 
Finna up the pole and Fade away from the fade
(What's that about?)
[Spoken smoothly]I aint trying to be that guy; but that's a Diddy route. 
Finna PULL YOUR BLICK OUT Right after you pull up 
Just to TAKE OUT A NICKA you claim is your opp...?
Yall must may never had to walk Smokey home on Friday. 
Cause Pops got a monolog that might still save you dawg 
Keep you out of the doghouse- 
Or at least on all 4 in the big house 
Man... with two options, from Fleece Johnson
And you got a crowd of nickas forming around watching 
Some of them nickas is foaming at the mouth talking bout how they finna dig you out 
Now; shit I aint no Thomas Dew-Bwahz
and I also aint that type. 
Ima put up a fight.(damn right)
[Mocking voice] And I don't believe in shooting the fair ones 
[Peaceful voice] If I gotta run up with a windmill-
Nickas better chill.

[Style Transition: Intense spoken word]
Cause i'll sissy slap the shit out you 
And whoever, forever, however long 
Until your saliva dissipates  
Fucking up more than just your taste. 
Make you seize up and quake. 
That type of shake and bake that not only fuck up the wait 
But penetrate the pounds and force Libras to lose the weight
(BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE!!!)

[Beat Drop: Bare bones percussion and heavy clap only]
[Vocal: Heavy emotional grit, powerful spoken emphasis]
Cause the next motherfucka line up with a hand out 
Better stand out and quit pitchin' Woo on the job 
Might rue when getting jatted in the mouth with more than you can chew 
If you ever fix your lappy lips to engage in the daily stew.

[Bass Drop: Heavy thunderous bass returns]
Then you probably should invest in a better you 
By crossing the sidewalk whenever i walk
(stay in your lane) (cause ive leaned into mine) 
I cant complain if YOU look both ways before crossing me. 
Nicka please; button your lips, fashion a mute 
Or put up your dukes cause deadass the math aint mathing (don't compute)
And; your chick aint cute enough to have an attitude this quick 
Beat that bitch underneath the washer and dryer 
Cause crying wolf is proof that her lackluster soul got an artificial glow
(Oh NO)

[Beat Drop: Minimalist heavy clap, hollow room sound]
[Vocal: Cold detached narrative, observational spoken word]
You tryin' ta be Jangle leg but you softer than biscuit bitch
Cant shrug em off (that's your loss)
MAN UP AND CROSS THE GUN LINE BOSS
Leave em confused as to what to do when the laws have been set in stone
Let alone i bet i can achieve leaving em lost to a degree
A Brain freeze; cripple em to their knees. 
Factory reset em to a limbo setting 
In a limbo setting regretting ever skipping that stone

[Bridge: Chopped and Screwed style]
[Tempo: Heavy half-time drag, 60 BPM vibe]
[Vocal: Deep pitched-down drawl, slurred stutter-step]
If its over your head just tap out 
Cause at this point any crash out 
Is only able to be satisfied with your mommas lip out
[Echo effect]

[Outro: Fast decline, heavy percussive rhythm]

[Chorus]
[Voice A - High Energy] That bar was tight, Son.
[Voice B - Gritty, Confident] I know; I ate with that bitch.
[Voice B] Like I had a meal with my baby momma,
[Voice B - Spoken] You know; before the fantasy switched....
[Voice A] That shit hit harder than Tyson!
[Voice A] Only if Tyson was equipped with some of that shit
[Voice A] That go bump in the night and made Freddy slit his wrist.
[Voice B - Surprised] Damn Nicka?! You really think I ate with that shit?
[Voice A] Like a minute caught up to 7:59,
[Voice A] And you had two girls with one cup on they mind.
[Voice A] Michael would of left Lincoln behind.
[Voice A - Reflective] Sometimes bars can't be broken. 
[Voice A] But here's to hoping and trying. 
[Voice A] I tip my hat to you my nicka,
[Voice A] And I hope your pen is never broken.

[Fade Out]
[End]

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[Style: Cinematic Hip Hop, Heavy Bass, Conversational Spoken Word, Rapid Rap] [Intro: Dark ambient pads, light vinyl crackle] [Chorus] [Voice A - High Energy] That bar was tight, Son. [Voice B - Gritty, Confident] I know; I ate with that bitch. [Voice B] Like I had a meal with my baby momma, [Voice B - Spoken] You know; before the fantasy switched.... [Voice A] That shit hit harder than Tyson! [Voice A] Only if Tyson was equipped with some of that shit [Voice A] That go bump in the night and made Freddy slit his wrist. [Voice B - Surprised] Damn Nicka?! You really think I ate with that shit? [Voice A] Like a minute crept up on 7:59, [Voice A] And you had two girls with one cup on they mind. [Voice A] Michael would of left Lincoln behind. [Voice A - Reflective] Sometimes bars can't be broken. [Voice A] But here's to hoping and trying. [Voice A] I tip my hat to you my nicka, [Voice A] And I hope your pen is never broken. [Verse: Rapid spoken rap] I've aint never been a fan of this epidemic Covid sho did show up a pandemic Nickas been bitch made. So afraid. Finna up the pole and Fade away from the fade (What's that about?) [Spoken smoothly]I aint trying to be that guy; but that's a Diddy route. Finna PULL YOUR BLICK OUT Right after you pull up Just to TAKE OUT A NICKA you claim is your opp...? Yall must may never had to walk Smokey home on Friday. Cause Pops got a monolog that might still save you dawg Keep you out of the doghouse- Or at least on all 4 in the big house Man... with two options, from Fleece Johnson And you got a crowd of nickas forming around watching Some of them nickas is foaming at the mouth talking bout how they finna dig you out Now; shit I aint no Thomas Dew-Bwahz and I also aint that type. Ima put up a fight.(damn right) [Mocking voice] And I don't believe in shooting the fair ones [Peaceful voice] If I gotta run up with a windmill- Nickas better chill. [Style Transition: Intense spoken word] Cause i'll sissy slap the shit out you And whoever, forever, however long Until your saliva dissipates Fucking up more than just your taste. Make you seize up and quake. That type of shake and bake that not only fuck up the wait But penetrate the pounds and force Libras to lose the weight (BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE!!!) [Beat Drop: Bare bones percussion and heavy clap only] [Vocal: Heavy emotional grit, powerful spoken emphasis] Cause the next motherfucka line up with a hand out Better stand out and quit pitchin' Woo on the job Might rue when getting jatted in the mouth with more than you can chew If you ever fix your lappy lips to engage in the daily stew. [Bass Drop: Heavy thunderous bass returns] Then you probably should invest in a better you By crossing the sidewalk whenever i walk (stay in your lane) (cause ive leaned into mine) I cant complain if YOU look both ways before crossing me. Nicka please; button your lips, fashion a mute Or put up your dukes cause deadass the math aint mathing (don't compute) And; your chick aint cute enough to have an attitude this quick Beat that bitch underneath the washer and dryer Cause crying wolf is proof that her lackluster soul got an artificial glow (Oh NO) [Beat Drop: Minimalist heavy clap, hollow room sound] [Vocal: Cold detached narrative, observational spoken word] You tryin' ta be Jangle leg but you softer than biscuit bitch Cant shrug em off (that's your loss) MAN UP AND CROSS THE GUN LINE BOSS Leave em confused as to what to do when the laws have been set in stone Let alone i bet i can achieve leaving em lost to a degree A Brain freeze; cripple em to their knees. Factory reset em to a limbo setting In a limbo setting regretting ever skipping that stone [Bridge: Chopped and Screwed style] [Tempo: Heavy half-time drag, 60 BPM vibe] [Vocal: Deep pitched-down drawl, slurred stutter-step] If its over your head just tap out Cause at this point any crash out Is only able to be satisfied with your mommas lip out [Echo effect] [Outro: Fast decline, heavy percussive rhythm] [Chorus] [Voice A - High Energy] That bar was tight, Son. [Voice B - Gritty, Confident] I know; I ate with that bitch. [Voice B] Like I had a meal with my baby momma, [Voice B - Spoken] You know; before the fantasy switched.... [Voice A] That shit hit harder than Tyson! [Voice A] Only if Tyson was equipped with some of that shit [Voice A] That go bump in the night and made Freddy slit his wrist. [Voice B - Surprised] Damn Nicka?! You really think I ate with that shit? [Voice A] Like a minute caught up to 7:59, [Voice A] And you had two girls with one cup on they mind. [Voice A] Michael would of left Lincoln behind. [Voice A - Reflective] Sometimes bars can't be broken. [Voice A] But here's to hoping and trying. [Voice A] I tip my hat to you my nicka, [Voice A] And I hope your pen is never broken. [Fade Out] [End]

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