[Intro: K-Rino]
Aye, wutssup
Everybody done heard of studio gangsters
But you know what, studio gangster is somebody who talk hard on the record but they ain't, they weak in real life
You know they got studio lyricists out here too
People that talk like go hard on the microphone on they records
And then when it's time to represent it in a battle or just flowin' they can't get down like that
But I'mma let y'all boys know that I'm the ONE
[Verse 1]
They might just lock me up for sound abuse
Bite like a brown recluse, I found a noose
That grips the ground tight enough to break a town a loose
Reached back and slapped you cause you questioned my validity
It took a month for my hand to hit him cause my swing started in Italy
I'm finna diss my nemesis, till he's removed from the premises
Twisted chemist with brain cells that are limitless
The mic chord strangles, a lifeless corpse dangles
My inner-changeable language hangs with a snake by your ankles
We can do this for fun or we can make bets
I break necks with threats while your cassetts get regurgetated from tape decks
Can't digest my words the first time, so you rewind
I'll write a verse across your brain and let the people read your mind
You're tryna get at me, not knowin' my words crushin' the South
The style I catch so super sick, it left preachers cussin' you out
You stumblin over words that'll leave your skin crumblin
All they found was his mouth on the ground hoppin' and mumblin'
Aye, wutssup
Everybody done heard of studio gangsters
But you know what, studio gangster is somebody who talk hard on the record but they ain't, they weak in real life
You know they got studio lyricists out here too
People that talk like go hard on the microphone on they records
And then when it's time to represent it in a battle or just flowin' they can't get down like that
But I'mma let y'all boys know that I'm the ONE
[Verse 1]
They might just lock me up for sound abuse
Bite like a brown recluse, I found a noose
That grips the ground tight enough to break a town a loose
Reached back and slapped you cause you questioned my validity
It took a month for my hand to hit him cause my swing started in Italy
I'm finna diss my nemesis, till he's removed from the premises
Twisted chemist with brain cells that are limitless
The mic chord strangles, a lifeless corpse dangles
My inner-changeable language hangs with a snake by your ankles
We can do this for fun or we can make bets
I break necks with threats while your cassetts get regurgetated from tape decks
Can't digest my words the first time, so you rewind
I'll write a verse across your brain and let the people read your mind
You're tryna get at me, not knowin' my words crushin' the South
The style I catch so super sick, it left preachers cussin' you out
You stumblin over words that'll leave your skin crumblin
All they found was his mouth on the ground hoppin' and mumblin'
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