Summoning Circle Shadowman (Ft. The Nefarious VILLAIN)
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[Intro: The Villain]
Yo yo yo yo yo
Uh
[Verse 1: The Villain]
Yo, rapping to the faint of heart, I played it smart
One day out to change the charts and break the bar
To outer-space territories, range enthrall
I spit passion and they love it man, rage and all
Flows is ancient, I pray to maul
Had him like he hit the cypher just to paint the walls
Can't blame me I just hate the false, I'm from the era of the basement brawls
Only knowing that its over once they play the harps
So if you see me in the room, better pray to God
Like a tiger striking, silly nigga say he savage but don't play the part
Like a viking if you ask the scarred
Play your cards and your deck, get cut
They say finer things higher so my Gs is sharp like A minor
The lines is all tapped like we're going off the wire
And shits is adding up like you're holding on the diaper
Scratch that, it's hard to dodge a lot filled with venomous vipers
Catch the tyre tracks on my Hatchback (Don't resist the beat)
There's no telling who I snap back on once I let this MAC crack
You'll see your whole life, something like a flashback
Or have you waiting for K'nuckles like its Flapjack
Caution, this a no fly zone, best to step back
'Cause it's toxic waste here, where's your hazmat?
Team is still with ragtags that only favors black masks
Ayo mojo call your mans where thrax at
So many bars you couldn't even catch that, little league and mad snatch
They running home if I let the back crack
Go ahead Shadowman, back that
Yo yo yo yo yo
Uh
[Verse 1: The Villain]
Yo, rapping to the faint of heart, I played it smart
One day out to change the charts and break the bar
To outer-space territories, range enthrall
I spit passion and they love it man, rage and all
Flows is ancient, I pray to maul
Had him like he hit the cypher just to paint the walls
Can't blame me I just hate the false, I'm from the era of the basement brawls
Only knowing that its over once they play the harps
So if you see me in the room, better pray to God
Like a tiger striking, silly nigga say he savage but don't play the part
Like a viking if you ask the scarred
Play your cards and your deck, get cut
They say finer things higher so my Gs is sharp like A minor
The lines is all tapped like we're going off the wire
And shits is adding up like you're holding on the diaper
Scratch that, it's hard to dodge a lot filled with venomous vipers
Catch the tyre tracks on my Hatchback (Don't resist the beat)
There's no telling who I snap back on once I let this MAC crack
You'll see your whole life, something like a flashback
Or have you waiting for K'nuckles like its Flapjack
Caution, this a no fly zone, best to step back
'Cause it's toxic waste here, where's your hazmat?
Team is still with ragtags that only favors black masks
Ayo mojo call your mans where thrax at
So many bars you couldn't even catch that, little league and mad snatch
They running home if I let the back crack
Go ahead Shadowman, back that
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