Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Substance, artist - Anilyst.
Date of issue: 21.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Substance |
See I come from a city by the name of Fresno, California |
And one major thing this city has taught me |
Is to never give a fuck. |
Better, fasten up or catch the bus |
And flee fast cause you cats ain’t fast enough |
You lack the guts so please stop acting tough |
And pass the dutch or we finna have you crushed |
Dream phat, see plaques saying platinum plus |
Cause he the baddest, see the madness acting up |
I be the man like I’m peter pan so don’t battle with us |
I keep advancing these cats can never adjust, ahh |
Keep switching it we keep diminishing weak geeks with venom That depletes your |
ligaments |
We competitive being weak is a negative |
Wanna beef? |
then you better think of a better diss |
Interactive, i consider you practice i can shit on you bastards |
Enema’s in your asses |
Think bad like i was tripping on acid |
Breathe gas to turn a bitch into ashes |
Kind of literal got the soul of a general |
Not considered political but I like to get ridiculed |
Yall minimal, sort of resemble minerals |
Armageddon when i be sending subliminals |
Flow hotter, so i holler for more dollars |
Low riders and hoes I’ve got a whole lotta |
Kid is wicked I’m finna get it don’t get offended |
If you’re starting that shit up with us I’m finna end it |
Dropping them down clocking a clown conquer your town now Cause I’m all for the |
crown |
Raw with the sound leave your damn jaws on the ground |
Yall finna bounce till you smash walls in your house |
We don’t need drama, we don' seen a lot of |
Friends turn to enemies this should be a saga |
Literally a rider, he be a survivor |
He is a hyena to these itty bitty spiders |
Made it happen, some will say i be snapping, simulated for Rapping, |
winning made it a habit |
Kill the game in a way they cannot imagine |
Entertainment the game I play isn’t madden |
Moving in I’ll be checking you like a bulletin |
But tell me is it cool again to be a hooligan? |
Assuming I be bullying but only when the school is in cause Homie I be |
schooling them |
So what you think I’m doing then? |
And they see with this flow, everything i seem to spits' so crystal clear |
Better not beef wit this bro you will see your knees and hips go disappear |
The chit chatter is getting louder it doesn’t matter cause I never happened to |
give a damn what you think about us |
You little cowards are bitter because I’m getting badder |
Jibber jabber about us but I be feeling flattered |
Quick but i spit stuff with substance |
This is just the Lyst introduction |
Walked in then lit this production |
Yall sick but this is disgusting |
Did it justice I’ma hit you wit muskets |
Like I mentioned on ruckus you can never come touch this |
Yes I’m vigilant cause I’m living corrupted |
Spitting limitless shit’ll leave you in crutches |
I got the torch lit, I’m high up now like a forklift |
Pipe any gal looking gorgeous, girl I’ve been around like an orbit is |
Type of sound to make you forfeit |
I’m, grinding till I’m on the Forbes list |
All I’m feeling are endorphins, I’m a villain I adore sins |
May seem amazing the way we making money with the way we say things |
Pay me with late fees to make peace or i may be taking your savings |
Asshole that’ll rap his ass off |
Spazz like a crack headed cat on bath salts |
Get slashed wit a thousand hack saws |
And get your head slammed on asphalt, that’s all |
Heart racing, I’m chasing the paper you’re basically pacing and wasting |
My time, cause you say you gon face me |
Please come try cause I’m anxiously waiting |
Metaphor lord and I’m headed more towards |
Getting better like a veteran up in a world war |
This is what I’m known for |
You can never get it cause your rhetoric is so poor, oh lord |
Tracks are killer mayn, and I stay fresh like I’m wrapped in cellophane |
Still the same cat but I’m back with bigger thangs |
Stacking bigger change, «raps realest» stays my middle name |
I wrote it the kid is known as impossible |
And they know this the opposite of a gospel |
Got you feeling horrified and awful |
Hostile like a 45 is under your nostrils |