[Intro]
Rah It's Bkay

[Verse 1: C1NNA]
Tryna show disrespect
I already said "fuck 'em"
Violate, get back, immediate effect
No, they ain't on nothin'
Bare talk like ace, both killers ain't cousins
Why you ain't comin'
Oh yeah, we're about with thingys on deck
Federer, I'ma serve him somethin'
Should know what I'm on, I ain't bluffin'


[Verse 2: S13]
Sight me an opp and you know I squeeze
How did they take in my man, he didn't get a look in like Van De Beek
Back off the bike or front of the vehics'
Everyone run when I dump the machine
I don't rap 'bout love for a bitch
Different type of love that I got for the glee
Alhamdulillah, coulda been on the 3's

[Verse 3: C1NNA]
Like, niggas don't want me in ridin' mode
Smoke somethin' then lie on oath
Didn't really care ****
So I jerked them both

[Verse 4: S13]
Niggas don't want me in slidin' mode
Do drills and they lie on bro
Couldn't give a toss, big or young
When it comes to the House cuz we drop them both
Step with killers, approach with caution
Any-Anytime I stepped and saw them
Made an attempt to have a mum mourning
Slept in bandos for weeks
And stepped on streets and I heard they had to whitechalk him
I don't know 'bout that, gunshots for a rat
Nowadays, too many informants

[Verse 5: C1NNA]
Bro said I move grimy daily
Tryna catch Daily Duppy
If I Press-play on this machine, Lightwork suttin'
Somethin' get smoked, their buddy
Bloody, two waps up, shoulda Plugged In
Buzz, coulda smoked Dope
Do you feel lucky
Keep swingin' my blade, it's yucky
Slap that thing 'till we broke that brucky
[?] smashin', two waps deep
Right now I'm feelin' Hoods Hottest
Smoke on me, and on bro
I got darg like Wallace and Gromit

[Verse 6: S13]
Ain't no sav
Ibby's a **** from bitches
Run through so many 15 inches
Couple times I had to sauce my kitchen
Bored up 'till a prick don't move
Ying again if the prick starts twitching
Man flicked it, inflicted and flipped it
Man gripped his, risked it for a biscuit
Man blicked that 'till the blick starts clickin'
Bought couple waps, only real niggas chipped in
Free TT, my nigga does live this
One of us spins it, somethings gettin' lifted

[Verse 7: C1NNA]
Don't know who's gonna end up missin'
I'm always on demon time so what I gotta say so for
I been banned from the play though
What can I say bro, I do not play no more
Can't tell you 'bout 6, 16 got juice on me
All now I'm feelin' like ghost
Even with dem sides, Know I wet guys
Really don't care, I butter my toast
No jammin', the pump did though
But this one here is slappin'

[Verse 8: S13 & C1NNA]
They're cappin'
Two bells in the dotz
Drop on the opps, I'm tappin'
I been a problem, knee high
You don't want it with me, I
Still roll smoke on the weed guy

#CGE S13 X C1 (7th) - Thirt33n Freestyle

Title: Face of the Earth (Metaphoric)

Intro (spoken / low keys)
Ayo, Kilo Bizniz, Smoked Out Mafia
We move silent, move precise — watch the chessboard.
Let’s paint the picture.

Hook / Chorus
fuckimg with the bizniz will get ya fucking wig split,
so the sucker won't take off his helmet, (i bet it's hot)
somebody got shot faulty in the turf,
ninjas fade you like chalk off the sidewalk — off the face of this earth.
Ad-libs: “oh you kin,” “flak flak,” “booyika”

Verse 1 (16 bars)
Step in the room, pockets heavy like freight, I weigh plans,
City stitched on my back, I move with my hands on the lands,
They whisper loud online but quiet when we stand,
Act tough in text, but IRL they switch up the brand.
I stack like architecture, blueprint in my mind,
Cut ties like old tags when the weather turn unkind,
My circle food for the fam — you starving? You decline,
We ghost like winter smoke, leave memories behind.
No need for crude lines — I paint storms in a phrase,
Make you feel small like a footprint in haze,
We don't parade drama; we erase with malaise,
Respect the recipe — loyalty pays.
I move like a general; every step's rehearsed,
Turn your spotlight to dust, like old posters on a curb,
If you gamble with the Bizniz, you'll learn what’s deserved,
Not by a gun lesson, but by time’s quiet verb.

Hook / Chorus
fuckimg with the bizniz will get ya fucking wig split,
so the sucker won't take off his helmet, (i bet it's hot)
somebody got shot faulty in the turf,
ninjas fade you like chalk off the sidewalk — off the face of this earth.
Ad-libs: “oh you kin,” “say less”

Verse 2 (16 bars)
Back on the block where the neon don't blink, we measure weight,
Trust is currency, counterfeit off the ledger, check the slate,
They smile in the daylight but trade souls by night, rotate,
We keep our code like medals — polished, never fake.
I flow with the ledger, balance sheets of respect,
Cross the line? You get ghosted — like an old cassette, decked,
No headlines, no rallies, just silence that connects,
Disappearances ain’t trophies — it’s how the city corrects.
Money talk soft but it echoes like drum rolls,
Crew move like eclipses — blockin' out weak souls,
We bookend our moves with calm, not tolls,
You learn the lesson: cold winters freeze bold goals.
We take what we earn, flip the script, keep the nerve,
Turn your name into fog — natural reserve,
Not by shouting or blood, but by absence observed,
A whisper in the crowd where your echo got curved.

Hook / Chorus
fuckimg with the bizniz will get ya fucking wig split,
so the sucker won't take off his helmet, (i bet it's hot)
somebody got shot faulty in the turf,
ninjas fade you like chalk off the sidewalk — off the face of this earth.
Ad-libs: “hi-yah,” “booyika,” “yah yah”

Bridge (8 bars — tension build, melodic under)
No sirens, just stillness — that hush before rain,
We move like a season, rearrange the plain,
Keep the circle fortified — no room for the stain,
When the wind passes through, only legends remain.
(Spoken) Respect ain't optional — it’s the script and the verse,
We don't embellish endings, we let absence disperse,
Kilo write the margins where your name used to burst,
Metaphors the ink and silence the hearse.

Verse 3 (16 bars — closer)
Final chapter, slow burn, dusk flip to dawn, we observe,
You scribbled threats in margins — we edited the curve,
I built an empire on grit, not on nerve,
Now you just a footnote in the story I serve.
I ain't glorify pain — I translate the grind,
Take your loud bravado and fold it in time,
We collect quiet wins, compound like fine wine,
You end up faded, like highlights in grime.
I'm the architect, conductor, hush in the crowd,
I move like shadows at noon — confident, proud,
If you front on the Bizniz, you vanish from the loud,
Not by spectacle, but by rain that clears clouds.
So keep your distance, mind your tone and your worth,
Respect the movement or dissolve into earth,
We built this from ash, polished in hearth,
Tryin' with the Bizniz? — 



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