The Left, Paradime - Chokehold lyrics

"You only
So he decided to"

Grabbed the rap game and put
It in a choke hold
Make the comp submit like I was Stone Cold
Flyin' from the left direction
Of the turnbuckle elbow to the face
Now watch 'em straight buckle
You dudes lack what it takes
To handle heavy weights
Like a skinny dude pushin' a 45 plate
Get prepared it's history in the makin'
Red beam after King, shot down
The crown's taken
Bein' crushed like Galvatron's return
As I begin to serve every single word superb
From up and coming artists
Even fans is gassed to these toxic fumes
They soaked wearin' the black mask
It's the emergence of the real
In the left lane
That make the music bang and cause a rampage
When they step on the front stage
Crowd go berserk cause the realness
Come forth to stake claim

"You only
So he decided to"

Apollo and Journalist reached out
For my services told them to give me 10
Lay down a beat and watch me burn this bitch
I murder shit with no advertisement
And that's my word next motherfucker talk
He gon' take more shots than Curtis did
I'll leave you inverted with the
Preacher at your service
Sayin' a sermon about how
Your life had purpose
So ask yourself, is it worth it?
I'm tourniquet tight
That's every word I spit
So go 'head call me bitch
The city know that I'm the furthest shit
'Dro and the So Co coke by the boatload
Flows that are so cold
They'll leave hoes with a broke nose
Put 'em in choke holds
And squeeze till they throat close up
And they piss themselves wet
Standin' in soaked clothes
I'm alone at the top
Surrounded by broke molds
I got here by makin' cheap
Shots and throwin' low blows
I'm a mixture of a young buck and an old pro
'Dime and the Gas Mask
Fuck you if you don't know

"You only
So he decided to"

The rock is broken
The beast has been set free
Afflicting the brain of pain on the industry
So if rap is alive
My heart be the vicious rhythm
You just a guppy in shark water
I gotta kill 'em
My lyrical tongue is my weapon of choice
When I go to war so make your choice wisely
Only a few can ride beside me
I rep the home of big Proof and Dilla
That's where you'll find me journalist
103, the lyrical novelist
Backed by Apollo Brown, the beat's monstrous
The flow is toxic so inhale the fumes and
Put on the Gas Mask to
Intensive your high mood
Just ride out to the hydro
We here to clear the boom like a
Mausberg shotgun with his cock son
We got a goal to accomplish
I'm fulfilling this pipe dream and a
Promise when I drop this

"You only
So he decided to"