Dead Silent, LyricMUR - Whiplash lyrics
[Dead Silent, LyricMUR - Whiplash lyrics]
Local rappers wanna say I sound like
This or sound like that
But I really don't think so
Wouldn't say I'm a master
I just got lads to prove wrong
That's just me though nothing but a dream
Lucid inside it
I'm sleeping now, wide open eyelids
They don't like it when I spit fast
Tell em all get back
Give em whiplash when I spit slow
Immaculate with the flow
You only got the first chapter, here we go
Silent flow when the match is lit
Imagine this dead when the gas emit's, I'm
Partially aware that my pen is a masochist
Verses like pathogens dead Silent, but
When I spit your mouth is inanimate
Getting warm in your bladder walls
Activist attitude got you gassed up
Homie please take a laxative
(I'm an animal)
Yeah, I think they're onto me
Clumsy with the gun, I'm only dropping heat
Comme ci comme ca when you drop it
Please don't proceed with your
Dumb corny awkward beats
So mad cause you're wack, called me off beat
Showed up to the game so sick OSHA
Wrote it in the log sheets
Caster oil to the game
Got a dame I could never pull
In high school inside my car
The same people praising me now are the same
Ones that said I would never get far
Flip the script
No I just split the scripture
Give me your description
I don't fit the picture
Picking apart my niche
But didn't get me richer
Ripping apart the game
Measure 6 on the Richter
Local rappers wanna say I sound like
This or sound like that
But I really don't think so
Wouldn't say I'm a master
I just got lads to prove wrong
That's just me though nothing but a dream
Lucid inside it
I'm sleeping now, wide open eyelids
They don't like it when I spit fast
Tell em all get back
Tell em all to get back we smashing through
That's the truth, got the ball
Then we tackle you the immaculate
Coming back on these half witted rappers
(Spit it at em like tobacco chew)
I'm back to do what I was designed for
Devour anybody that want it while on a beat
And defeat is the job I applied for
I'm punching in and leave your eye sore
You're getting choked by the mic cord
I got at least three mics
So that means we fighting
You come for me, better be rewriting
If we go beast, well then we Teen Titans
I mean that try to pull up with the gang
For the beef? Then you're lame
End up in a lake or a creek
Got the game on a string
But if you try to shut the door on me
You better be yanking my teeth
Man this ain't even fair
I ain't the one to compare to these rappers
We're polar opposites
I'm cold and they photo copy it
We running the game
Time to throw a lock on it
You flow so cocky but you
Blow so knock it off
(Swear your crew the hardest
Bro your posse soft)
Find a weapon, but this Lyric
Is leaving you Dead Silent
I've been tryna tell them
Local rappers wanna say I sound like
This or sound like that
But I really don't think so
Wouldn't say I'm a master
I just got lads to prove wrong
That's just me though nothing but a dream
Lucid inside it
I'm sleeping now, wide open eyelids
They don't like it when I spit fast
Tell em all get back
Give em whiplash when I spit slow
(When I spit slow)
They don't even wanna listen
But they see me as some kind of competition
And lacking a common vision
Don't be stepping in my division
Where writtens become revisions
Spitting vigilant so they can't
Even copy the flow
Give it away, give it away
Imona be popping these rappers like a
Chili pepper till they're red hot
Some people they don't believe me
But how could I be the one that's
Been making you want to butt heads
And not be the goat?
I be dropping the phone when
These blogs want smoke
"Homie you sound just like hopsin and toke"
And they really be the one to say I'm not
Innovative enough to be not seen as a joke
Not seen as a joke i serve it to anyone like
A cop reading the code
The music we dropping it like it's hot
Meaning you cold
Just get me on the stage and it'll pop
See the result
Don't really wanna say it but these
Rappers that's coming up
I’m attacking and done em up
I'll be stacking the money
Packing a rack till I'm summoned up
And in fact they be dumb enough to
Be rapping in front of us
Thinking they wouldn’t get bodied but now
Their pad is all crumbled up
This or sound like that
But I really don't think so
Wouldn't say I'm a master
I just got lads to prove wrong
That's just me though nothing but a dream
Lucid inside it
I'm sleeping now, wide open eyelids
They don't like it when I spit fast
Tell em all get back
Give em whiplash when I spit slow
Immaculate with the flow
You only got the first chapter, here we go
Silent flow when the match is lit
Imagine this dead when the gas emit's, I'm
Partially aware that my pen is a masochist
Verses like pathogens dead Silent, but
When I spit your mouth is inanimate
Getting warm in your bladder walls
Activist attitude got you gassed up
Homie please take a laxative
(I'm an animal)
Yeah, I think they're onto me
Clumsy with the gun, I'm only dropping heat
Comme ci comme ca when you drop it
Please don't proceed with your
Dumb corny awkward beats
So mad cause you're wack, called me off beat
Showed up to the game so sick OSHA
Wrote it in the log sheets
Caster oil to the game
Got a dame I could never pull
In high school inside my car
The same people praising me now are the same
Ones that said I would never get far
Flip the script
No I just split the scripture
Give me your description
I don't fit the picture
Picking apart my niche
But didn't get me richer
Ripping apart the game
Measure 6 on the Richter
Local rappers wanna say I sound like
This or sound like that
But I really don't think so
Wouldn't say I'm a master
I just got lads to prove wrong
That's just me though nothing but a dream
Lucid inside it
I'm sleeping now, wide open eyelids
They don't like it when I spit fast
Tell em all get back
Tell em all to get back we smashing through
That's the truth, got the ball
Then we tackle you the immaculate
Coming back on these half witted rappers
(Spit it at em like tobacco chew)
I'm back to do what I was designed for
Devour anybody that want it while on a beat
And defeat is the job I applied for
I'm punching in and leave your eye sore
You're getting choked by the mic cord
I got at least three mics
So that means we fighting
You come for me, better be rewriting
If we go beast, well then we Teen Titans
I mean that try to pull up with the gang
For the beef? Then you're lame
End up in a lake or a creek
Got the game on a string
But if you try to shut the door on me
You better be yanking my teeth
Man this ain't even fair
I ain't the one to compare to these rappers
We're polar opposites
I'm cold and they photo copy it
We running the game
Time to throw a lock on it
You flow so cocky but you
Blow so knock it off
(Swear your crew the hardest
Bro your posse soft)
Find a weapon, but this Lyric
Is leaving you Dead Silent
I've been tryna tell them
Local rappers wanna say I sound like
This or sound like that
But I really don't think so
Wouldn't say I'm a master
I just got lads to prove wrong
That's just me though nothing but a dream
Lucid inside it
I'm sleeping now, wide open eyelids
They don't like it when I spit fast
Tell em all get back
Give em whiplash when I spit slow
(When I spit slow)
They don't even wanna listen
But they see me as some kind of competition
And lacking a common vision
Don't be stepping in my division
Where writtens become revisions
Spitting vigilant so they can't
Even copy the flow
Give it away, give it away
Imona be popping these rappers like a
Chili pepper till they're red hot
Some people they don't believe me
But how could I be the one that's
Been making you want to butt heads
And not be the goat?
I be dropping the phone when
These blogs want smoke
"Homie you sound just like hopsin and toke"
And they really be the one to say I'm not
Innovative enough to be not seen as a joke
Not seen as a joke i serve it to anyone like
A cop reading the code
The music we dropping it like it's hot
Meaning you cold
Just get me on the stage and it'll pop
See the result
Don't really wanna say it but these
Rappers that's coming up
I’m attacking and done em up
I'll be stacking the money
Packing a rack till I'm summoned up
And in fact they be dumb enough to
Be rapping in front of us
Thinking they wouldn’t get bodied but now
Their pad is all crumbled up
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