[Jon Belz]
Try to go mano a mano - become a hologram
Porn flick - I just get off when I'm on the cam
Horror flick - you'll get offed - no running, fam
I was born to spit
They can't keep up with their lung in hand
[?] Uncle Sam that is how I want [?] arsonists
Shaking up the game - I gave it Parkinson's
Quick to talking
[?], boy
Just call it done
Murderer - pick a ward or be hung
They'll pay memorial in your memory
It reads: "Never forget - when Belz is the enemy"
These frail niggas' finicky
Drilling them till they [?]
This imagery is wicked - I don't know what's gotten into me
It's rotten, vivid - looking like I shot a Kennedy
Forget about images - I levitate off of energy
I'm writing life sentencing behind these bars, nigga
I do the work - like it's just me in the yard, nigga
All this concentration with this time I'm facing
Prisoner of the game - climbing out the Matrix
I'm not a game designer faceless
I took your favorite - mixed in the greatest
Gave myself a facelift
You got a fetish for defeat - you can taste it
Back and forth is for the bitches playing tennis - get a bracelet
This is for the spitters only - club secret like the mazes
But it's known to [?] - we running without [?]
I ain't playing no more - I've been laying so low
Now I'm shooting up everything - I ain't aiming no more
I got 36 chambers of flame to bang at your foe
Grab the mic and try to hang - it's cool it came with a rope
Nigga, I cut a body - that bag was a duffel
They looking bad trying to run and play after the [?]
Still got sacked 'cause they trash - I'll actually stuff you
How the HazMat cleaning up after the rumble?
Your ass is in trouble
I'm actually humble
I get to spazzing - you gon' know
'Cause I haven't begun to
You' average - I pass 'em up
Why you gassing these dummies?
"I got fire to burn" - that's just gas in their stomach
See they don't know that I'm that nigga they actually want
And when they fail to mention me, well, they're actually frontin'
I'm putting an artist fucking work in and ain't asking for nothing
Nah it's Team Backpack on your ass and I'm hunting
Put a cap in your gut and it came with the stamp of the goverment
Got the issue - but trust me
You' campers ain't wanting it
Honestly - chill
It's dumb to me that you wanna be ill
You either are or you're not
[?] wanna be killed
Belz
Try to go mano a mano - become a hologram
Porn flick - I just get off when I'm on the cam
Horror flick - you'll get offed - no running, fam
I was born to spit
They can't keep up with their lung in hand
[?] Uncle Sam that is how I want [?] arsonists
Shaking up the game - I gave it Parkinson's
Quick to talking
[?], boy
Just call it done
Murderer - pick a ward or be hung
They'll pay memorial in your memory
It reads: "Never forget - when Belz is the enemy"
These frail niggas' finicky
Drilling them till they [?]
This imagery is wicked - I don't know what's gotten into me
It's rotten, vivid - looking like I shot a Kennedy
Forget about images - I levitate off of energy
I'm writing life sentencing behind these bars, nigga
I do the work - like it's just me in the yard, nigga
All this concentration with this time I'm facing
Prisoner of the game - climbing out the Matrix
I'm not a game designer faceless
I took your favorite - mixed in the greatest
Gave myself a facelift
You got a fetish for defeat - you can taste it
Back and forth is for the bitches playing tennis - get a bracelet
This is for the spitters only - club secret like the mazes
But it's known to [?] - we running without [?]
I ain't playing no more - I've been laying so low
Now I'm shooting up everything - I ain't aiming no more
I got 36 chambers of flame to bang at your foe
Grab the mic and try to hang - it's cool it came with a rope
Nigga, I cut a body - that bag was a duffel
They looking bad trying to run and play after the [?]
Still got sacked 'cause they trash - I'll actually stuff you
How the HazMat cleaning up after the rumble?
Your ass is in trouble
I'm actually humble
I get to spazzing - you gon' know
'Cause I haven't begun to
You' average - I pass 'em up
Why you gassing these dummies?
"I got fire to burn" - that's just gas in their stomach
See they don't know that I'm that nigga they actually want
And when they fail to mention me, well, they're actually frontin'
I'm putting an artist fucking work in and ain't asking for nothing
Nah it's Team Backpack on your ass and I'm hunting
Put a cap in your gut and it came with the stamp of the goverment
Got the issue - but trust me
You' campers ain't wanting it
Honestly - chill
It's dumb to me that you wanna be ill
You either are or you're not
[?] wanna be killed
Belz
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