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Sound Off Lyrics

Verse 1

You better than who?
Rhyming and rapping 'bout doe that you stacking like that s-t is new

Talking 'bout how you go in

you the truth, so the f-k what stupid? I do it too,

F-k it I'm gassed you smelling the fumes

Horror flick music that tells you you doomed,

Play my CD for a bunch of emcees they start sucking they teeth and then exit the room,

Inside your system it's better than food,

Pardon me I don't make regular moves

Passive demeanor like Abner Louima, but I will Katrina you rapping a** fools,

Ask about me

Cats say I'm cool

Yet I'm still hot

When attacking the booth

Women will tell you I'm shallow and rude

Yet they still pick me if they have to choose,

What does that say? Yea they complain but they holla my name when they get in that mood

Look in my eyes I'm a passionate dude, serious song but I'm laughing at you,

What do I do? Take your spouse to Satan's house, easy as hell

Devilish grin, deep in my spell

See what I'm saying, you feel it like Braille,

d*** I got chicks jumping for joy

Happy meal don't come with a toy

Why would you think you could f-k with the boy

I come to destroy, you uttering noise

Slick wit my diction, I'm painting these pictures

I'm sick of u sleeping it gets me annoyed

yea I admit it, I'm losing my poise,

You stealing my joy I need to turn your
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Sound off 1,2,3,4 five hundred thousand rappers rapping and sometimes I wanna drown y'all
Pound y'all
Praying for my downfall

Verse 2
I could run for 8 miles spitting like rabbit

Biting my s***, I hope y'all ain't rabid

Wile E Coyote I'm trying to rope me some dinner my mission done made me an addict,

Crazy please don't straighten my jacket

Sorry I keep on making a racket

Now I'm like Federer, I just get better with

Time and no editor, coach or no practice d***

Sometimes I look into my past lives,

I see royalty, enlightenment and bad wives,

I see violent streaks and hide and seek with mad knives

Ready to ride, act like you live, get stuck in your side, flash drive

Anti-backpack, this ain't no lyrical, typical flow

It's intricate syllables spiritual though,

This is that s-t when you hear it you know,

Fear it get scared and then look in the mirror like 'why am I here Jesus where should I go?'
I would say jump, God would say no, I would say punk, thought you was bold,

I should go slow

But when I do y'all f-kers still complain

My Soul To Keep was not the same

Bragging and boasting and tossing out flames,

Maybe I'm wack, could I be lame, or am I simply defining my lane?

F-k it I'm f-kin up duke that you loving, I act like I'm humble don't mumble my name

Scream that s-t, S-T-I

Scream that s-t S-T-I

Crawling, walking, let me fly

Talking often, M-C-I

Balling, flossing, envy I

MaCauley Calkin, they left me to die

But I live, concrete rose, I stomp these foes b**** still I rise

Copping checks

Getting new deals

Stop for rest

Fix me a meal

Not the best but I give what I feel

Das Efx riggedy real

Shigedy Sha stigedy Stim

Only your God is bigger than him

Holy water mix it with gin

This isn't the end you cannot turn my

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