Aka Clive Burrows, Spectre - 12.21.12 lyrics
[Aka Clive Burrows, Spectre - 12.21.12 lyrics]
Clive Burrows say your last words
"if theres a god then i'll tell
Him let my ass burn"
On the 21st for last verse
Words turned verbs worse, explicit
Refer to previous, just in case you missed it
So try'in listen
Look ive always been I misfit
With a sick fit big lipped, triple six
Spitting from the motherfucking crypt
Im a dick, slick, with the diss in the writ
Im a trip, think it's funny isnt it?
Just watch, fore your snowbunny trip and hop
On a nigga cb's carrot, for some lunch money
Sick as fuck, yeah thats why
The nose runnied up, flu
Blue jewels, neck frooze
Rude dude, get a clue
Heres some food for thought for all of you
In the end when it's through
Who the fuck are you?
2010 was the year that I started rapping dope
Now you better carry a 9
Because I'm snapping hope i ate the track
Before I came back for a second helping
Seven days in a week, I murder beats
So heaven help him when I was six I would've
Never dreamed of this flow
Maybe five minutes of fame would've
Been my wish yo but then I wrote bars like
You've never before witnessed
The rap equivalent of shooting threes
And you sure missed it
In order to score maybe you
Have to drive it in
But I'll always be the one
That nobody was brighter than
"if theres a god then i'll tell
Him let my ass burn"
On the 21st for last verse
Words turned verbs worse, explicit
Refer to previous, just in case you missed it
So try'in listen
Look ive always been I misfit
With a sick fit big lipped, triple six
Spitting from the motherfucking crypt
Im a dick, slick, with the diss in the writ
Im a trip, think it's funny isnt it?
Just watch, fore your snowbunny trip and hop
On a nigga cb's carrot, for some lunch money
Sick as fuck, yeah thats why
The nose runnied up, flu
Blue jewels, neck frooze
Rude dude, get a clue
Heres some food for thought for all of you
In the end when it's through
Who the fuck are you?
2010 was the year that I started rapping dope
Now you better carry a 9
Because I'm snapping hope i ate the track
Before I came back for a second helping
Seven days in a week, I murder beats
So heaven help him when I was six I would've
Never dreamed of this flow
Maybe five minutes of fame would've
Been my wish yo but then I wrote bars like
You've never before witnessed
The rap equivalent of shooting threes
And you sure missed it
In order to score maybe you
Have to drive it in
But I'll always be the one
That nobody was brighter than