404Feelings - Rap God

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[intro] Yeah Turn the beat up Uh Let’s go [chorus] They call me a rap god, words hit like a rod Every bar ballistic, you know i’m a fraud to the fraud Spit it fast, never last, leave 'em shook in the past Flow so cold, nuclear, breakin’ the mast Rap god, on the throne, every beat i own Stacking syllables heavy like stones over bone Every rhyme a missile, every line a sizzle Step in my lane, you’ll get sliced with the drizzle [verse 1] Look, i’m back, adrenaline packed, never slack Every line i attack, got your mind under my tracks I pivot, i twist it, syllables hit it, rhythm persistent Spitting a vision, precision incision, linguistics consistent Better back up, competitors crack up, stack up The way i be rapping, it’s a lyrical stack of mac trucks Venomous menace embedded in sentences bending the limits Leaving every opponent panicked and frantic, now witness Mathematically mapping the rhymes like i’m calculating fate Every bar i create detonates heavy like weight The cadence is rising, the timing’s surprising Any hater opposing, better start apologizing Patterns accelerate, syllables gravitate, the floor vibrates Every line a tornado that obliterates and resonates Half of these rappers pretending to master the craft After i pass ‘em, they crash in a blast from the past [chorus] They call me a rap god, words hit like a rod Every bar ballistic, you know i’m a fraud to the fraud Spit it fast, never last, leave 'em shook in the past Flow so cold, nuclear, breakin’ the mast Rap god, on the throne, every beat i own Stacking syllables heavy like stones over bone Every rhyme a missile, every line a sizzle Step in my lane, you’ll get sliced with the drizzle [verse 2] Lyrical miracle minimal villain with venom i'm sending a sentence that's spinning and bending the tempo relentless Better be ready i’m ripping the rhythm and hitting the limit of every competitor stepping and testing the menace Rapidly packing a pattern of passages practically cracking the fabric of rap with a battery blast of aggression I’m a mechanical animal handling grammar and scrambling amateurs panicking back in the panic of pressure Flip, twist, kick, blitz, slick, rip, script, flick, spit, quick, click, tick, sick, pick, stick Every syllable vicious, every line ridiculous, unstoppable, invincible, meticulous [verse 3] Now i slow it back down, but the energy never drops Every metaphor sharp, every flow hits like a shock From the streets to the booth, i’m the king of the rhyme Every bar a design, every punchline prime I stack and i lace, every phrase like a maze Spin it in phases, ablaze in a craze I bend, i twist, i turn, i ignite The mic in my hand is a weapon tonight Never backing down, every crown i take I make the ground shake, every verse a quake Rap god, no facade, every syllable sharp I leave my mark, igniting the dark [outro] They call me a rap god, words hit like a rod Every bar ballistic, you know i’m a fraud to the fraud Spit it fast, never last, leave 'em shook in the past Flow so cold, nuclear, breakin’ the mast Rap god, on the throne, every beat i own Stacking syllables heavy like stones over bone Every rhyme a missile, every line a sizzle Step in my lane, you’ll get sliced with the drizzle Yeah… Rap god
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