[Round 1: Real Sikh]
You said we gotta listen to every letter
But hid the fact that it isn’t that
When he say “every letter”
They give reactions for simple raps
I peeped your game, got your finger gats
Flippin’ this, flippin’ that, get a clap
Mean mug the camera, switch your hat, bring it back
Then some cat yells tryna interact
In the back like, “Oh my- how’d he think of that!?”
The shit is wack
I’m finna crack Midget Mac, get him smacked
It ain’t the first time you been eye-to-eye wit’ a Lil Slap
I’m bout to fuck him up!
“Every letter”, got the culture blind
Now he say wack shit and y’all think it’s a dope punchline
I hold snubs, a close one by
You got too many yes-men, you gotta hear the no’s (nose) sometimes, oh my Go-
That Colt my business
Say aloha and hola then it’ll go *bah*, you’ll go bye
Get him in no time, soul fly
I roll dice wit’ it, I always win at Cee-Lo
Know that four-five-six (45 Sikh’s) shit
You 4’5”, bitch!
It ain’t hard to miss you
Try shootin’ at my neck, I run up on his whip smooth
Soon as you aim at an Indian apple, it’s (Indianapolis) a Colt throwin’ bullets by the car son went to (Carson Wentz)
Got a penny for my thoughts
I elbow check your head up ‘til even your two senses (cents is) missin’: Hellen Keller
My left is set up to swell your retina
Now it’s a vision test; he’ll have his eye shut sayin’ “every letter”
You never met a record-setter, metal Beretta that’ll hit you s- like a d-, I said
You never met a record-setter, metal Beretta that’ll hit you like an abortion: dead in the center
Blood gushin’ out this kid’s skull: fountain of youth
Then I turn “every letter” into alphabet soup
You think you won’t die
Don’t believe your own lies
OGs told me, I ain’t need they co-signs
I been like Jordan, not when he was 45
Zeke from Power: I been 23 this whole time!
See, I was angry
I did all this to rise rankings, and I get hit wit’ lies and angles
Now I’m Genghis Khan dangerous
You gon’ die in anguish
I know your guys anxious
Got they fingers crossed for every letter: they learnin’ sign language
Leavin’ a good impression is in my mood
I stomp you out and leave impressions of a Timberland boot
These the ones from that Remy video too
How’d you get in this room?
Show me your permission slip from your school!
Wit’ little to no fuss, I’m pickin’ on short stuff
He get an incision into his center, it tore up
Liver and more guts
Stickin’ through your front
Lookin’ like you just got your umbilical cord cut
It’s a movie what I do to him
Knew I’m in that mood again
Abusin’ a juvenile human and who he be movin’ wit’
Usin’ YouTube and a few of them tools he been Googlin’
Slap the bitch out him: knock the “Julie” out of Julian
You 2022’s first opponent
Few burners loaded in New Jersey posted
Soufflé your wig, tool burst it open
Leave a Space so big, Tsu Surf’ll host it!
Rap-
You said we gotta listen to every letter
But hid the fact that it isn’t that
When he say “every letter”
They give reactions for simple raps
I peeped your game, got your finger gats
Flippin’ this, flippin’ that, get a clap
Mean mug the camera, switch your hat, bring it back
Then some cat yells tryna interact
In the back like, “Oh my- how’d he think of that!?”
The shit is wack
I’m finna crack Midget Mac, get him smacked
It ain’t the first time you been eye-to-eye wit’ a Lil Slap
I’m bout to fuck him up!
“Every letter”, got the culture blind
Now he say wack shit and y’all think it’s a dope punchline
I hold snubs, a close one by
You got too many yes-men, you gotta hear the no’s (nose) sometimes, oh my Go-
That Colt my business
Say aloha and hola then it’ll go *bah*, you’ll go bye
Get him in no time, soul fly
I roll dice wit’ it, I always win at Cee-Lo
Know that four-five-six (45 Sikh’s) shit
You 4’5”, bitch!
It ain’t hard to miss you
Try shootin’ at my neck, I run up on his whip smooth
Soon as you aim at an Indian apple, it’s (Indianapolis) a Colt throwin’ bullets by the car son went to (Carson Wentz)
Got a penny for my thoughts
I elbow check your head up ‘til even your two senses (cents is) missin’: Hellen Keller
My left is set up to swell your retina
Now it’s a vision test; he’ll have his eye shut sayin’ “every letter”
You never met a record-setter, metal Beretta that’ll hit you s- like a d-, I said
You never met a record-setter, metal Beretta that’ll hit you like an abortion: dead in the center
Blood gushin’ out this kid’s skull: fountain of youth
Then I turn “every letter” into alphabet soup
You think you won’t die
Don’t believe your own lies
OGs told me, I ain’t need they co-signs
I been like Jordan, not when he was 45
Zeke from Power: I been 23 this whole time!
See, I was angry
I did all this to rise rankings, and I get hit wit’ lies and angles
Now I’m Genghis Khan dangerous
You gon’ die in anguish
I know your guys anxious
Got they fingers crossed for every letter: they learnin’ sign language
Leavin’ a good impression is in my mood
I stomp you out and leave impressions of a Timberland boot
These the ones from that Remy video too
How’d you get in this room?
Show me your permission slip from your school!
Wit’ little to no fuss, I’m pickin’ on short stuff
He get an incision into his center, it tore up
Liver and more guts
Stickin’ through your front
Lookin’ like you just got your umbilical cord cut
It’s a movie what I do to him
Knew I’m in that mood again
Abusin’ a juvenile human and who he be movin’ wit’
Usin’ YouTube and a few of them tools he been Googlin’
Slap the bitch out him: knock the “Julie” out of Julian
You 2022’s first opponent
Few burners loaded in New Jersey posted
Soufflé your wig, tool burst it open
Leave a Space so big, Tsu Surf’ll host it!
Rap-
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