Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Random Verse, artist - Anilyst. Album song Syllable Sliding Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.10.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Random Verse |
Feeling warm in this tight room |
I think I’m born just to write tunes |
I’ll leave you torn with a knife wound |
If you’re a storm I’m a typhoon |
Might flow iller than a diabetic type two |
Taking psychedelics just to get into the right mood |
They can never tell it as intelligent as I do |
Once I’m in my element it’s evident you might lose |
I’m gaining paper off the rhymes that I bust |
Cuz all these ladies say they love the way that I rhyme in a rush |
I’ll spray a hater with some cyanide and fry him to slush |
Or I can bake him like a pie using a nine that I clutch |
But I’m, sick of rhyming out of rage |
This might be the time where I decide to rhyme for days |
Feeling like my minds tryna climb up out of a cage |
So I’m sippin on this wine that’s got the right amount of age |
With my head a little heavy |
Better bring your fetti |
Got so many weapons that I’m peddling machetes |
Bitch I’ve never been this ready, a veteran already |
Get up on my level, I’m ahead of everybody |
I don’t mean to play vicious but I’m itching for the pump |
Leave your face missing have you sitting in a slump |
Feel the base hitting like a victim in a trunk |
Watch the way the kid’ll turn a swisher to a blunt |
Homie listen to this bump went from feeling like I’m living in the slums |
Now it’s different cuz I’m tripping to the trumps |
Tipping all these ones |
For these bitches that be stripping for the funds |
Get em dripping when this liquor hits their tongue |
Filling up they lungs with the herbal I be twisting |
Already feeling lifted off the purple I be sipping |
Catch me hitting switches doing circles in the distance |
They ask me how I made it out the «No» with no assistance |
Its cuz I got a brain that can generate a mlli |
People call it strange but id rather say its silly |
Pimping in my veins till the day they come and kill me |
But I’ve always been the type to make a hater fucking feel me |
So I never really tripped on things that ain’t cash |
Spit bomb hit songs 808 smash |
Live long rip bongs made of straight hash |
Spit the kind of game to make your database crash |
We can face to face clash leave you laid and straight slashed |
With a razor blade gash, to the face so brace fast |
Cuz I came with eight gats, aimed and may blast |
Play grenade catch, till your ass is made ash |
You probably couldn’t fathom all this Adderall I’ve popped |
I’m only using cannabis to catapult my thoughts |
See I don’t need to battle dog my catalogue is hot |
See I fuck around I’ll let the hammer go to rattle of the top |
Got the baddest looking bop, she can back it up and drop |
Riding on it awhile she bouncing like a saddles on my cock |
Loving how my anaconda is standing like a rock |
Push up on that ass I wanna smash and never stop |
Passion for this guap, try an catch up to my spot |
Tie your hands up in a knot |
Fire at you land a shot |
Fuck it I don’t need to plan a plot |
Slam you with a random pan or pot |
Your feeling me you’re here to see me rhyme |
But I’m hearing that your fearing how I’m lyrically inclined |
I can make you redefine |
What it really means to grind |
If you can’t just understand him you should read between the lines |
Now I don’t need to boast about the records that I’m wrecking |
Or how I keep a toast for protecting my possessions |
If you ask about my coast then the west is my direction |
So when I spit a flow you should bet I’m representing |
Ill second-guess and question everything you say or mention |
Get you heated raise the tension, have you bleed and make confessions |
Beat you in the face and blame depression |
Till you can’t even seem to make a recollection |
I’ll grey your whole complexion |
Then display my own aggression |
As i’ll break your bones in sections |
Then i’ll take a loaded Wesson |
Let it spray along your face in all directions |
Cuz you’re just hating that I make my own profession |
Felling warm in this tight room |
I think I’m born just to write tunes |
I’ll leave you tore with a knife wound |
If you’re a storm I’m a typhoon |