Name: She Got Her Own (Genius Level Remake) by Genius Level Theorem
Duration: 3 min 47 s
Description: A trap remake of Syd's "She got her own" make sure to check me out IG and Spotify

Welly Flows-Vengeance.mp3

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Level 100 (Prod. LoveBaker)

 What do you get when you cross a dude with PTSD, with the deep South and their two-faced behavior? this song. 

                Beat (Prod. DamienBeatz)   

                lyrics (written by G.G.)

"~Run, you better run, (you better run) there's a man who fears no one, (no one) Run, you better run, (you better run) and if he finds you, you'll be, done, (done, done)~

feeling a bit manic, take cover from this somatic relapse in the attic of my synapse, 

(don't you just hate when that fucking happens)

 out of nothing when I get erratic, spastic with this slapstick on and off problematic attacking people off the street through the peephole of theses beats,

 yo you should see the B-roll behind my eyeballs that makes a K-hole look like Christmas time on my South Pole,

 Interpol wants to come to my house to talk gun control, for all the times I tried to reenact rock and roll suicide, 

man everything was great till you guys arrived, no need to confiscate I'm already lucid to the sin

of all 8 games of Russian roulette Looks like I win again, grab a seat, take a bet, cuz even if I lose It's a win-win,

 Here, you give it a spin, but I don't need a Vulcan to tell me that my psychological states more than biological past the states of matter well into theological, 

You see B. these are the chronicles of a false prophet, (least that's how the locals see it)

The Cript Keeper just gave me 30 days to clean out my motherfucking closet.

~Run, you better run, (you better run) there's a man who fears no one, (no one) Run, you better run, (you better run) and if he finds you, you'll be, done, (done, done)~

I'm a slick spit-o-sophical prophet yo, well that is once I make my great escape from my psychiatric hospital

 With as many padded cells as I've seen it seems to me the mission is more than impossible, well to be honest maybe just implausible,

 That I would remain topical long enough to intervene in between what is not so secretly killing me, 

You see I'm a bigger danger than you know because on the down low key

 the only thing that could kill me 

other than a kilo

 is me! see, it seems to me; that you underestimate just how crazy i can be

Low-key Dawg that's the danger that I pose to you, because you look at me and see just a poser demigod,

 until you have no more tries left on the screen, to test the patience within the seams of my noggin, that holdd'en back a demogorgon

Yeah of course I'm joking, or am I secretly plotting on smoking y'all for dissing me, like you and your whole family died of dysentery

 on the way to Oregon who knows what I'll do one of these days, 

so best be on your tippy toes, all we know is that you think I'm psycho!

~Run, you better run, (you better run) there's a man who fears no one, (no one) Run, you better run, (you better run) and if he finds you, you'll be, done, (done, done)~

Fuck it lets go, since y'all got me pegged for the next American psycho by natural selection why so serious we all know I'll be back for the 2024 election,

 (already got the majority vote in Ohio,)

About to flip the poles on the Texan frontier (yesssss sir) 
 
Came in and fucked with my dough and my home, (that's a big fucking no no) and if I had a hoe for you to fuck with too, you should know

That'd would be it for you boo, (get it, Boo) because after I'm through with you it's a one way travel price to the afterlife for you!

Yo, yo hol' up, I'ma get Old Testament up in here....

"Run unto you, him your first son said John, to far gone, is he to pass through the needle of kingdom come the 2nd spawn hath come and gone, back turned to the path, of all commandant, hate hath replaced all but abandonment, A father taught to only to pass judgement, a  mother wrought with false enlightenment, a son lost by 21, and the one who could see it undone hath chosen eternal banishment...

"ay yo GG...chill the fuck out Dawg..."

The Chronicles of a False Prophet

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