Lyrics Beast Unleashed 4 - Vin Jay

Beast Unleashed 4

Gather 'round, come place ya bets
Let me welcome everybody to the main event
The fourth beast unleashed and we came correct
So go and let ya heads bop til you break ya neck
I layed to rest the ones who were doubting me
Now im all up in your face, fuck boundaries
And imma haunt they dreams, while they sound asleep
And imma burn shit down like a pound of keif
Tell em all i been living like im on death row
You can hear it when im talkin' strep throat
Young rapper that turned to a clef note
Pull up for the bag, then im out like presto
They fill em in the gang and i pull payments
Made em a little bank and they gettin anxious
Strangle em in the basement im feelin dangerous
Dangle em with a crane, give em all a face lift
Get views and views and linguistics
Yall just rap, i truly do buisness
Never go broke, i loot recruit’s interest
Put on my tunes, your crew like «who is this?»
Dead broke, but they diamonds drippin'
They wanna flex on the gram, but they drive a civic
And everybody been tellin me that the sky’s the limit
But i been goin up a mothafuckin mile a minute
Just watch, i been commiting big news and i ain’t gon' stop
Tell im rackin up quick views and imma get guap
Every time when they click through, i got it unlock
And a fucking ju jitsu
But rap is a marshal artist, it’s hard to
Start from picking all the bars apart
For smart remarks, it ain’t about the farlin cars
Or sparkling jars of weed, that was
Tryna start beef with the larger star
Yall got next im a legend right now
I got the throne where the hell is my crown
Can’t sit still so im sellin my couch
Wrist band, if it ain’t about the chedder im out
Yall claim that i been a little hostile
Bout to put em in a bit of a debacle
Swoop up your girl then i hit her in the tonsils
Man that bitch should be living in a brothel
Rolling heavy, hope you hoes are ready
Pull up at they funeral and blow confetti
Got a loaded semi, turn your bones to jelly
Imma leave em drippin like a broken levy
Bitch im ready to hunt again
My stomach is rumbling, im at the peak of the summit
I pop em like supplements
So tell em im rippin the heat, i dont need me no oven mits
Wait i dont ever thug’s life
Gotta stay true dog, yall have been the sus type
I been up in the field tho,?
Please stop spittin, i thought you grippin the gun tight
Yall just rappers, really bad actors
Any time you kill anybody is through laughter
Open up your mouth and the lies come after
Better off tryna be a home town pastor
Take over the game like im using cheats
I kill em all doesn’t really matter who competes
I just rack up a couple milly views a week
Until the bands get heavy like a judist priest
They hatin' but know what i did is superb
What you making probably i triple in merch
I take em to hell like they lit up a church
You came for the beef and now dinner is served
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Now they watchin what i been on, they want me gone
Cuz every time i drop a bomb, it’s nonchalant
I do it cuz im on the job, im like a US pilot from nagasaki
I be winnin the war, we killin em with cripplin' forces
They hear me comin like im whippin a porch
And drop bombs, ain’t nobody wanna give me the torch
If they dont wanna let me in, then imma kick in the door
Live ya life or your computer bitchin'
Imma cop a ghost like i ain’t super stishes
In the proof im driven is the coop im whippin
No limits, ain’t no wonder why the roof is missin'
But im beastly, better believe we back when we
Knee deep in the green we relax, sweet dreams
When they receive these tracks, like GG
Imma go clean these plaques
So i been a mess, shit im not a bit impressed
Whole day spent just trippin on the internet
Thirty years old, no wonder why they livin' that
Hating on me, instead of tryna make a bigger check
Still i been a king and they gotta bowe to me
Road to a hundred mill, shit sound nutty
I dont wanna talk if it ain’t about money
I been laughing to the bank, (?)
Broke in the game, bitch you dumb for lettin' me
I been comin with the flavor like a public enemy
They be lovin when i rap and they bump the melodies
Ain’t a moment that you petty little bums offended me
Hello rap game, im your new savior
Never really been a debates on who greater
Rose from the mud, it’s been my true nature
They sell out red rocks, when yall move paper
(hook x2: Vin Jay)
Really feel like im an urban legend
My vocal chords a fucking murder weapon
Never stressin who my words offended
Til my final breath, i rep my first amendment