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this dude is dope ..all yaaall need to give him props

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CLOUDS (THE MIXTAPE)

THAT'S A JOKE

Voicemail

Crypt - Voicemail (Feat. Chris Webby)

you've been asking for a DC RAP ever since i dropped the Marvel End Game rap. It's finally here. i hope you love it and nerd out on everything. this was made by people who LOVE this comic & movie culture, for others who love it the same.

LYRICS-

Verse 1:
Everyone come join in this 
other side where it’s not so marvelous
The whole squad that i’ve got hard to miss
We bout to run Gotham and Metropolis 
cuz imma
Supervillain like I cut the throat of Bruce Wayne
I put a kryptonite bullet in Superman’s brain
Flippin coins for your life like im Two Face
With the Joker backstage puttin on some new paint 
A Brainiac when I step in the fight
I’ve got a 12th level intellect, gimme the mic 
You might have a couple powers and a suit, but i’ve got my
Anti-life equation, call me Darkseid
Sparks fly like im Rick Flag gunnin
Bring the record scratch, Catwoman
Witchcraft like i’m Enchantress summon
All the dead you can kill us but it wont do nothin 
And i’m running back in time to kill all the haters and every hero right before they got all their powers like im Reverse Flash
And then i realized without em i don’t exist and so i start it over, back to the beginning of the verse, yea.
Super villain like i, nah im just kiddin,
I Leave a riddle in the middle call me E. Nigma
Yall be Steppen to the wolf get your team lit up
Didn’t think i would be comin with the heat did ya?
I been the talk of the land since i took a ring off of Hal Jordan’s hand,
and imagined a studio, microphone and a pad 
And then I started writing rhymes and recording raps, like

Chorus-
Oh my god 
Bring the whole squad
Ra’s al Ghul
General Zod
On the mic I just kill em with ease and make these emcees go cold, Mr. Freeze
I need a Blood Sport, Bane, and a Harley Quinn 
Killer Croc, Polka Dot Man, all of them
Yea, before you even start you should call it quits 
Cuz it’s
SUICIDE SQUAD yea

Verse 2-
Heart rate elevated, death by the stroke
Deadshot aim no need for a scope 
movin like im Cheetah when i’m runnin through the goats 
With an Ivy League, poison flow, no antidote 
Yall can take notes, learn a thing or six, im killing the game, but left out like Finger is,
Askin again, man, why so serious? 
You know I aint gon ever tell you bitches where the trigger is.
And all you hearin is a click blast
I come through Red Hood and a Black Mask
Can’t track the prints, you don’t know who to blame 
Hittin em up, bringin it back around Captain Boomerang
Aye
I’ll be rollin with a mask and a cape,
Gimme the money and the code to the safe
I’m takin out Todd, Grayson, & Drake  
Robin everybody put my money in the grave 
Aye
Why so violent?
A Black Manta helmet with trident
A mind like Lex Luthor, a tyrant
I don’t stop til i’m hearin Gotham sirens
Throwin lighting bolts like it’s a bad habit,
Then i go SHAZAM, Black Adam
Back at it you aint stoppin the team, 
We gunna bring all the flavor like Condiment King.

(CHORUS 2)

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