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lirik lagu rhf – over the edge

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[verse 1: animos]
every line i rhyme you rewind like time travel
get on stage and blow minds like dimebag darrell
climb in the saddle if you can ride with the big kids
six-shooter s-x pistol, rap sid vicious
too big for my britches – too busy for b-tches
too big for my b-tches – too busy for britches
mister animosity; a picture of atrocity
could this be the song of the year?
(no dad) (hey!)
i’m on the attack and i’m ready for action
swing a battle axe, straight decapitate your faction
scr-p that, i’m the mack dad of the ashes
my rap attack is like kids playing with matches
fractions of fiction and fashion
is all i hear these kids rapping
i’m a fix ‘em and spit a cl-ssic
if you sitting on the fence then you already lost
if you close to the edge i’m pushin you off

[verse 2: impromptu]
rhyme fanatic, clap- clap like an automatic
thought i’d slaughter these morons who thought they had it
but its seems to me y’all sheep to the industry
sleepin’ on the only mcs’ spittin’ it lyrically
every line intended to dismember the enemy
so send me another, they’re nothing, not even an ent-ty
they don’t exist – ayo, i’m potent with an open fist
but closed it’s like a locomotive when it hits
i’m so dope so you know you focus on this gift
you got no hope, i’m hungry, bones poking at my ribs
aus hip hop was just getting respect
until these fake radio rap- singers stepped on the set
so, in the game you need us
you need to train to beat us
‘cause i got hip hop running in my blood – intravenous
compared to me all of you rappers are soft
if you at the top of your game, then i’m pu-pushin’ you off

[verse 3: animos]
i’m not the one for games
i’m all about getting paid
and coming home to my wife every night to get laid
my life is insane, ain’t a d-mn thing funny
one day i’ll write a book and sell-out for the money
hit the strip clubs and sh-ll-out for the honeys
go broke, get ghost and bail out out in a hurry
hold it wait, let me take it back to basics
i got you all trapped in the matrix
since the days hieroglyphs were written on the wall
ask about me y’all, i put numbers on the board
my writers rep compares to the nicest chef
i’m the gordon ramsey of rap with knives and f’s
grizzly bear in the booth when i tear off the roof
rhf is the truth, animos is the proof
so who wanna test ‘cause i’m dying to let loose
and push rappers over the edge to get juice

[verse 4: impromptu]
you only focus on the beat
while i’m unloading on you geeks
hocus pocus these jokers know this is potent wizardry
focus on misery, rappers are unmasked
only in it for the buck or the f-ck and they come fast
thinking its adequate, you’re just counterfeit
hide behind your label, corrupt like the vatican
i propose to battle them – start dissing these fake rappers
“but it won’t matter, your dreams still gon’ shatter”
i sent a postcard to your mother in cronulla
of me stabbing your nanna with a banana in benalla
obama or cinderella
it doesn’t matter, i’m bombing you fellas
taking ‘em down and i’m harming ‘em with my f-cking a cappellas
i bust beats and beat up busters like bdp
been banging these bars embarr-ssing mc’s
big budgets can’t buy you the sk!lls you ain’t got
i’m done pushing these rappers ‘cause they already fell off


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