Go Off Kid Vishis (Ft. Royce Da 5'9")

[Chorus: Kid Vishis]
Yeah
What up though?
Yeah, lighters in the air, come on
We gon' do this shit like Blade was alive
Uh-huh, yeah
We gon' do this shit like Proof was alive (Detroit respect)
Uh-huh, yeah
We gon' do this shit like Dilla was alive
Uh-huh, yeah
Yeah nigga, go off

[Verse 1: Kid Vishis]
Ain't nobody vicious as me, besides Nickel
But nigga, a nigga nickel as me, my two of a kind self
Call for help, catch a damn round
You play 'round and this man down
No sound on the damn ground
Still don't give a fuck like the old Em
You ain't got soul in your music cause you sold them
I go off fate, I get to Heaven
If they don't let me in I'mma pole vault the gate
Waitin' patiently in your bushes, see you in claptois
That poised, stomp you rap boys like the frat boys
Wanna throw you suck up hoe, fuck you, fuck the flow
You such a sucka duck, you duck into a uppercut
I get such a rush, provin' y'all can't fuck with us
Your movement is losin', I think it's time to pucker up
Confusin' music with what you really doin' creates illusions
The ganders of delusions, the grandeurs of accusin' you of being
Swayed with the answers, mayday
They ain't sayin' "grace to the Lord", but guess what, they pray
And god blessin' all the dope rappers
And I'm the future of this, yeah I'm a trap rapper
Cause I bake rappers to diss so I can smack rappers, see
Sound like a trap to me
That's why I lead off hitters that be on Twitter
To see y'all spittas and then tee off on niggas
I'm a legend