Bars 4 days, even the hook has lines better then top list rappers of 2day

Whitegold

beginning drags a bit, but the details are there

BlackSand

Fine Doubt

Okcomputer

Produced by Ziggid of Zoetic Minds.

Gettin closer to this woman, but i neva get to see 'er,
Funkatron's fickle mistress, existence isn't nclear,
the knots rock my stomach, mostly outta fear,
after a quarter century, the last fourth of all my years,
neva meetin face to face, in real life, or in the clear,
I'm not runnin through this blind, some kind, of vague idea,
but not enough, when the bluff i keep walkin is shear,
It's always been my purpose, hopin you can say the same, 
one day before i die, im gonna give this bitch a name,
cuz im flirtin with the truth, but super sleuth don't get to fuck,
just leadin me in circles till i give this shit up,
I got the patience, waiting to snatch a scrap a' luck,
steady ready in the shadows, till she plumped up for the pluck,
snatch it, stash it in my sleeve, play 'em all for chumps,
hit and run, tape and sell, kiss and tell everyone,
what lies under lies and blood, and two inches of makeup.
//Hook//
I tried to walk the straight and narrow in the garden of hedon,
but fell off the path, harrassed and harmed by demons,
decided to fight and stay rather than find an escape,
tame or slay every beast of beat that stands in my way.
//x2//
//Verse 2//
check the goin rate of truth, more costly than vices,
funk slip on fog hat, he drift and he write this,
story of a man who planned, simply, to fight this,
even if take his life, no spite, priceless,
what stand in my way? Just man? alright then,
no man can spam god like prowess like i can,
enjoy your final hours, don't cower, just strike fists,
you stood before the titan, in itself, that's righteous,
Give ya the props you deserve, herbs flee at my likeness, 
My right fist, goin right through those tight lips,
pullin out your tongue so itll whisper that hype shit, 
the type shit, to unite those who been fightin, 
i smite pigs, blockin the path which is lighted,
wasnt always like this, fell to hell, detritus,
surrounded me, one night's slip, found me in tight grip, 
but mics grounded me, started to write, then i lift.
//Hook x2//
//Verse 3//
Funkatron attacks, finally puttin down wax,
droppin suckas face down, that's a hard up fact,
pile drivin playas cuz i hate the game,
and all you props by fucking proxy, cuz you all fuckin lames,
funks a soldier, on a mission to civilize, 
My weapon is the truth for the youth that you duped,
soon they'll wanna play for blood, and theyll wanna play with you,
so whatcha gonna do when i let them loose,
the troops, to abolish this ruse, abuse,
all of us have use, beyond products consumed,
refined and fine tuned, to climb, untie noose,
so what confines you? i bet we can break through,
the No'man will know truth and grow in pursuit, 
of peaceful planned coups, and strength to rock fools,
and stand mic raised in my hand, atop refuse.
//Hook x2//



Fickle Mistress

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Lyrics:
Better than we ever been we back now
Got your girl at the crib blow her back out
Tell the squad that smoking out the fat cows
We want all the beef, we’ll make you fucking rappers tap out

Roane 
Bring the corpses in, I could turn you all into orphaned kids
I’m sonning all these rappers with bars so hot they be scorching men
Pull up on yo block, you won’t see me later, no porky pig
I promise you won’t feel any pain though, like when the morphine hits
Steady tryna change who you are like a metamorphosis 
But will won’t conquer skill, no matter how much you work for it
Godly with my lyrics, and heavenly with my force to win
Cuz even when I die, my flow is fitna be born again
Ugh 
Y’all been out here tryna flip a mixtape
Im just here to flip ya mistakes
I put the pen to the pad, twitter fingers into my past
Smoking beef amongst you females, I don’t miss steaks
I been a legend the moment I came outta my mamma’s womb
All these people think they dope, but steady snackin on shrooms
Teach the money in my closet to fill up the whole room
I be moving water weight like my name was Avatar Roku
Oh you?
Thinking you fly?
Well fam that been a lie
Moving up don’t mean that you’ve grabbed a seat way up in the sky
Levels to this game, and I’m never losing a life
Cuz while you playin with your heat? I’ll be on my 6 9
Testify
I got people in places that got my back for life
Real recognize that the fakers only appear  at night
Slide into yo avenue think I’m eager to fight
But nah my squad’ll make you tap out, I’m just here for your wife

Better than we ever been we back now
Got your girl at the crib blow her back out
Tell the squad that smoking out the fat cows
We want all the beef, we’ll make you fucking rappers tap out

Tap out
Tap Out

Since grade 6 my psychologist called me problem
bumping PAC my Icon height prominence drive to off em,
hawk your squad on some (drone) weapons,
the terror plot is drop all of u AK-bars ill pipe bomb the whole premises
 
Rappers all in their bubbles in Aero fashion
Pharoah been a Jack of all trades and I roll with my Velcro faction
You pussies got bones to hide on some Carole Baskin, marrow tactics,
selective targets my arrow stab through a narrow passage,
 
Tarot flashin peep they future all in the cards
(mask/off) (last/terror) that you seeing the man in charge
avatar I'm just gliding thru, dare you try my moves,
have to work twice as hard in a crunch like assignments due
 
So tell me who next to die you get little buzz I electrify,
think we eye to eye, crop my field, move these pest aside
Slaughter all lists I'm thinking less than 5
Flatline a beat, scoop a pulse and whatever is left inside
 
Got your fans looking up like a text and drive,
separate sever cerebellum of several heads in sets of rhymes,
Roane and I, brewing stew in the kitchen
quit moving and twitching
seal the lid on these rappers crabs in a barrel drag these fools I'm a grooming sadistic
 
Well ok, try my riddles then!
fee fo fy what kind of freak is I when off my Ritalin??!
Ohh I get ticklish!
neural signals bright it light my filaments
I'm a missile armed with Nitroglycerine, psycho might blow sizzling
 
you Bitch nigga down to name if not then Synonym
Gargamel making goo blueish hues of all you little men
or red whatev-bitch stop your bickering
*cough*
Huff a puff on you snakes that's Drako Slytherin you children "doubt" my "fire" I might go "sitter" then rahh!

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Ay look,
Know that I rap for the culture
I don’t know how many times that I’ve told ya
I been a legend since I was a yungin, and if you ain’t with it, you must be a vulture
Hiding away with the bushes, like you ain’t been trimming and now need a mower
I got a package that fitna get blessed by a woman here thinking the meat kinda kosher
I been out here tryna coach her (ugh)
Aint nobody need to know here
Beat the back into a hunnid halves, have her walkin around on her shoulders (ugh)
After me she gone be done done
Fitna speak and she go dumb dumb
Take her back into my crib and I’m given her therapy, and she go (uh uh)
Call me a flaming rhinoceros cuz you know boys be horny as hell
I got a load of things Imma ask your friends, better go wish them well
Gimme that tail, fitna hammer in, no nails
Lemme get a hit of what they sell
Flow be looking like a water park and they be beggin for me not to tell (shh)

I ain’t got a problem withcha body girl
We could make a movie of us in the sea
Every chance I get I’m fitna rock your world
Drown all your regrets in this in this Hennessy

We want that water water

Drip it on me, I’m not the enemy

Sunday Sixteen Episode 3: Water,Water (Prod. by Wendelstyzer)

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