Toast Salini, Gres, D Forteller - Groseller lyrics

Chui Got It
This one right here is over due man
The wizard, Forteller the great Gres
ToasT battle, Street, Reality
SALINI MUSIC

Been sexing these mics for quite a while
Flexible i fuck em in any style
Interchanging the energy
Keeping me ahead for miles
Simmer down theres a grown man speaking here
You only thinking you’re grown you’re
Wet behind the ear
Couldn’t figure out your purpose if
I hand it to you
Too busy following the trend of
Niggas lying to you
Only orchestrate real raps no free falls
Elevation without eating all the meat balls
Your mouth full and you
Still ain’t getting nowhere


Paraplegic, line rhyme get him a wheel chair
Only thing between us, opportunities here
So you can miss me with
The ice grills and stares
Tragic, you only gaining in the same spot
Change ya plot
You in a bucket of crabs with have nots
Pedestal flow, these nigga don’t
Walk alone in the dark
Go ahead and flex ya art
Razor sharp i will buck 50 your ass apart
Royal place where we be earning
What you claim in here
Lyrical voltage equivalent to electric chairs

Picture me with a scar
Thats when i obliterate squads
Decipitate arms
Have a aids victim raping your moms
Fuck with mines, burn you with cigars
Run you over with a car
Scope you with the AR
Imagine me being broke?
Thats when i rob rich folks, pitch coke
Leave drug lords wit slit throats
Got Earners to take it
Got burners off safety
Since the 80s we go loco we all crazy
Still holding book bags with cans
Still holding backpacks with gats
I’m a trip so fuck around
You’ll be bon voyage
I’ll have you feeling defeat
Like a foot massage
Sparring more than fencing
Carve your dome til headless
Arsenic expression, cartilages melting
Cut neck to take necklace
When i invade your premise
I love hate expressions
I rush gates you take exit's

ToasT, Gres, D Forteller wrecking the game
Cross hairs on chest plates and
Muscles ending the pain
Disassembling membrains insane
Lessons is played
Adjust the aim, bust slugs crumble the grain
Double bubble your frame
Don’t stumble mumble your name
It’s all in the same you’re lucky
D is huddled in vain
They’re creeping to slay
Mysterious vulturous ways
But i’m stuck in my ways
Loosen the chains of my hustling slaves
Captured and still trust in the same
Stuck in a cave actor
Smack a manufacturer by these government ways
Supplement stains
My lyrics too much for your fame
Wouldn’t trust if you paid
Wrapped a ripped through
A dysfunctional pray
Been rapping since before you were made
Since papers hanging off
Your industrial drain
360 degrees around my circumference you lame