Emilio Rojas - his Is It lyrics
[Emilio Rojas - his Is It lyrics]
Push the levels to the blood red
I got a style so live that
When it comes my time, it's gon' be undead
I run with track stars coming
Off the bat hard
With a team of heavy hitters
From the sandlots to backyards
Act hard but money still don't try me
Cause, I fucking hate rap
They call me Bill O'Riley
I'm ill with timing
Pass, leaving gassed rappers assed out
A sinner that'll cast the first
Stone at a glass house
I got a bad mouth of solid gold
But yo it's powerful enough to
Tip Stone Henge like dominoes
That's how it goes if you messing with me
My bloods boiling
It's natural I'm letting off steam
My method of speech is villainous
But I'm only killing time
I'm iller than cats that's rapped
Longer than I've been alive
So I'm gon' strike while the iron is hot
And pull your heart strings to leave
Your stomach tied up in knots i'm caustic
Venomous in every bar spit
Putting rappers outta they day
Job like Rawkus y'all cats talking?
Trust I'm gon' get you
Keep spilling your guts
I'll mop the floor with you
You're horrible, with no style
My flow's bile, I'm disgusting man
I'm so vile a known tyrant, I say it raw
Plus, touched so many of y'all I
Gotta register for Megan's Law
Now a days you got a hand
Full of rappers who talk trash on record
But they quite every time that you walk past
But, I don't care about battling
On wax or Pro Tools
I'm old school but I will approach you
And Supa's no punk try scaring him
You stand a better change of Lil' Jon
Leaving rap and becoming a librarian
Then, seeing a drop a fear and still in me
I done killed enemies worse the
Way that they killed Kennedy
I'll shit on your name
Assassinate your character
Drag your name through the mud
Whatever it takes to bury ya
There's no comparing us
I'm the illest in the streets
And you can't even compete
With niggas in ya area
Prepare for the takeover
Me and my crew full of goons
Get talked about more than
50 Cent bullet wounds
Ironically, a few years back
No one would mention me
Now I'm praised with the flow of the century
Uh, you think you raw
Someone in his camp lied to him
Bring your favorite rapper
I'll make an example outta him
Me and sicker raps will run
Laps around y'all cats
Fall back like you got smacked
With a baseball bat
I spit raw raps at a legendary caliber
The voice and the flow is
A threat to every challenger
I'm Supastition
You don't wanna test the S what?!
I'm done with it, run with it if you next up
I got a style so live that
When it comes my time, it's gon' be undead
I run with track stars coming
Off the bat hard
With a team of heavy hitters
From the sandlots to backyards
Act hard but money still don't try me
Cause, I fucking hate rap
They call me Bill O'Riley
I'm ill with timing
Pass, leaving gassed rappers assed out
A sinner that'll cast the first
Stone at a glass house
I got a bad mouth of solid gold
But yo it's powerful enough to
Tip Stone Henge like dominoes
That's how it goes if you messing with me
My bloods boiling
It's natural I'm letting off steam
My method of speech is villainous
But I'm only killing time
I'm iller than cats that's rapped
Longer than I've been alive
So I'm gon' strike while the iron is hot
And pull your heart strings to leave
Your stomach tied up in knots i'm caustic
Venomous in every bar spit
Putting rappers outta they day
Job like Rawkus y'all cats talking?
Trust I'm gon' get you
Keep spilling your guts
I'll mop the floor with you
You're horrible, with no style
My flow's bile, I'm disgusting man
I'm so vile a known tyrant, I say it raw
Plus, touched so many of y'all I
Gotta register for Megan's Law
Now a days you got a hand
Full of rappers who talk trash on record
But they quite every time that you walk past
But, I don't care about battling
On wax or Pro Tools
I'm old school but I will approach you
And Supa's no punk try scaring him
You stand a better change of Lil' Jon
Leaving rap and becoming a librarian
Then, seeing a drop a fear and still in me
I done killed enemies worse the
Way that they killed Kennedy
I'll shit on your name
Assassinate your character
Drag your name through the mud
Whatever it takes to bury ya
There's no comparing us
I'm the illest in the streets
And you can't even compete
With niggas in ya area
Prepare for the takeover
Me and my crew full of goons
Get talked about more than
50 Cent bullet wounds
Ironically, a few years back
No one would mention me
Now I'm praised with the flow of the century
Uh, you think you raw
Someone in his camp lied to him
Bring your favorite rapper
I'll make an example outta him
Me and sicker raps will run
Laps around y'all cats
Fall back like you got smacked
With a baseball bat
I spit raw raps at a legendary caliber
The voice and the flow is
A threat to every challenger
I'm Supastition
You don't wanna test the S what?!
I'm done with it, run with it if you next up