Bring Dat Ass Here W Bo

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[Verse]
Snap to the rhythm, my words tap-dance,
Cereal for thought, spoon-fed with no hands.
Vinyl spinning, dust storm in the groove,
My bars cut corners, sharp edges improve.

Grit in my voice, sandpaper smooth,
Dreams in my pocket, never approved.
Mic like a weapon, my aim never skewed,
Blueprints scribbled in a chaotic mood.

[Chorus]
Snap, snap, rhythm in my bones,
Cracks in the beat, but the flow still owns.
Snap, snap, let the cypher ignite,
Freestyle flames burning through the night.

[Verse 2]
Loose screws in my head, still build cathedrals,
Brick by brick, stacking bars illegal.
Grammar outlaws, commas run wild,
Syntax rebels with a misfit style.

Pencil broke, still etching my scars,
Paper’s a canvas, I’m Picasso with bars.
Echoes in alleys, syllables roam,
Lost in the static, still finding my home.

[Bridge]
Snap to the rhythm, heartbeat drum,
Bassline crawling where the words come from.
Echo chamber mind, reverberates loud,
A quiet kid turned king of the crowd.

Planned Attack

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