Timbo King, Snowgoons, Esoteric, Qualm, Mykill Miers - Three Bullets lyrics
[Timbo King, Snowgoons, Esoteric, Qualm, Mykill Miers - Three Bullets lyrics]
I’m automatically erratically radical
Ratify my strategy when I’m
Attacking the Capitol
Funny rappers are laughable
You ain’t violent you vaginal
I’m the mass mastermind of mass murder
Your mask done give up
Surpassed past my prime I’m international
I fly casual Dirk Nowitzki
With the sick three
I’m magical, heavy blast, machete slash
Esoteric serve rappers like Steffi Graf
You’d rather tongue kiss Rosie O’Donnell
Than face me as your arch
Rival like BK to McDonald’s
Follow, peace to my man Illegal
I got an ill eagle that’s
Illegal in the States, it's beak decapitates
Don Cheadle, War Machine great
I hit the studio at 7: 30, leave at 8
I walked out piece like this
I don’t need a plate
German engineering steering my own fate
That make history like the
Bullet that slayed Kennedy
Take viciously, rape, pillage
And make enemies
Create imagery the second we make energy
Ladies and gentlemen
You have never witnessed a
Rhyme minster whose raps style is so sinister
Kinda like a surgeon’s incision when
I get into ya trying to injure ya
Fuck that trying to get rid of ya
I’m inhospitable, put you in a hospital
When I spit a few hot noodles
Trying to kill you though
Give you a lyrical attack, spit it like a MAC
Eleven, send you to Heaven with
Seven in your back
The Randy Couture of this rap culture
When I’m done nothing left but I wrote yours
Oh sure everybody say they got flows
But they don’t wanna test cause
They know I start wars
A lot of y’all is whack as fuck
Have you hooked up to machines that
Sound like trucks backing up
Disaster their ass with no sign of FEMA
Killed everybody in one shot, Hiroshima
Hey yo my whole clique get it in
Call us grind liners
You will always be a water
Boy for the sideliners
Fashion designers ask me to do the honors
Got groupies in pajamas yelling
This is your vagina
Royal fam catalogue where’s the co-signers?
Grown man doing shows in front of all minors
Sixteen and seventeen call me their favorite
You know me, Morpheus
I starred in the Matrix
Modern day ancient racing in spaceships
You can see Oasis mouthpiece spitting lasers
High rollers, dice shooters
No it’s not Vegas interviewing famous
How much for them gauges?
I love it when them haters second guess
Underrate us metal Fingers, Rhymesayers
Those are my neighbors
The rabbit in a hat is a trick you half made
It’s Beach Boys surfs up until the next wave
Ratify my strategy when I’m
Attacking the Capitol
Funny rappers are laughable
You ain’t violent you vaginal
I’m the mass mastermind of mass murder
Your mask done give up
Surpassed past my prime I’m international
I fly casual Dirk Nowitzki
With the sick three
I’m magical, heavy blast, machete slash
Esoteric serve rappers like Steffi Graf
You’d rather tongue kiss Rosie O’Donnell
Than face me as your arch
Rival like BK to McDonald’s
Follow, peace to my man Illegal
I got an ill eagle that’s
Illegal in the States, it's beak decapitates
Don Cheadle, War Machine great
I hit the studio at 7: 30, leave at 8
I walked out piece like this
I don’t need a plate
German engineering steering my own fate
That make history like the
Bullet that slayed Kennedy
Take viciously, rape, pillage
And make enemies
Create imagery the second we make energy
Ladies and gentlemen
You have never witnessed a
Rhyme minster whose raps style is so sinister
Kinda like a surgeon’s incision when
I get into ya trying to injure ya
Fuck that trying to get rid of ya
I’m inhospitable, put you in a hospital
When I spit a few hot noodles
Trying to kill you though
Give you a lyrical attack, spit it like a MAC
Eleven, send you to Heaven with
Seven in your back
The Randy Couture of this rap culture
When I’m done nothing left but I wrote yours
Oh sure everybody say they got flows
But they don’t wanna test cause
They know I start wars
A lot of y’all is whack as fuck
Have you hooked up to machines that
Sound like trucks backing up
Disaster their ass with no sign of FEMA
Killed everybody in one shot, Hiroshima
Hey yo my whole clique get it in
Call us grind liners
You will always be a water
Boy for the sideliners
Fashion designers ask me to do the honors
Got groupies in pajamas yelling
This is your vagina
Royal fam catalogue where’s the co-signers?
Grown man doing shows in front of all minors
Sixteen and seventeen call me their favorite
You know me, Morpheus
I starred in the Matrix
Modern day ancient racing in spaceships
You can see Oasis mouthpiece spitting lasers
High rollers, dice shooters
No it’s not Vegas interviewing famous
How much for them gauges?
I love it when them haters second guess
Underrate us metal Fingers, Rhymesayers
Those are my neighbors
The rabbit in a hat is a trick you half made
It’s Beach Boys surfs up until the next wave