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Gamebreaker V2
maneuver smooth with the stealth of cats,
never sell or dealt the wack,
step to hells welcome mat,
expel the swellest written raps,
satan caught a fever
hunnit Fahrenheit,
bearer of the mic,
spit swearing sentences they like,
kick raps like the art of martial,
depart with Martians,
an artist starving,
sparring the bars with cars and hard shit,
til my soul scolding at the golden gates,
judge quick to close the case,
only cuz he know that the flow is ape,
can't control the bro, it's great,
the g.o.a.t no debate, stop the crap,
his crop is top notch,
dope like the pots lit,
declare your favorite rappers track
as posthumous,
nigga, squad wilding like flocka in a moshpit,
we playing no games,
not close to fucking with a scrimmage,
never skimping for the skrilla,
got these weak niggas livid,
drowning livers with some liquor
can't cope with his wave,
rather be solo than catching hoes for the save,
yeah
simple synonym for him, a needle in a haystack,
pushing for a degree so I care where my grades at,
all the bullshit in life I learned not to take that,
my course unsteady no pressure son im laid back,
embrace the ace that's beast as bape camouflage,
grammar partially odd but still flowing like the amazon,
too cool when he spew the jewels,
come and scoop a few,
breath look like a hookah tube,
or a dragon,
smoke from the gums, how he still sober,
I wonder also, just pray for me like a wounded soldier,
jotting down my next move, but still losing focus,
put it in rhymes, fiends line up for his groovy opus,
take a tab of this, acidic raps to wrap a drum,
rather happy, acting glum, my friends think puffing grass is fun,
refrain from it all, keep my distance from the drugs and shit,
crush these cockroaches, bloody thumb from the bugs I squished,
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Bootleg,
released December 1, 2015
Cameron Butler: Vocals
suprchnk: instrumental
Mixing/Mastering: Cameron Butler
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