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Shaymlusly Elliterate
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Building A Dream
VERSE 1
(Elliterate)
Back in '89 I came out of a nine milli barrel,
'son of a gun', I reside in the air bro.
Cards like tarot, posted like a scarecrow,
but I'm always stayin on point, no arrows.
I'll be packin' money to the core, no marrow,
but I don't even care though.
Stacking the bricks, we go Pharaoh,
yup, I'll go there bro, staying downstairs though,
chillin' where the air's cold.
That's right off the top, where the hair grows.
Steadily stocked, gettin' blown like we blared those.
In the pocket, flow, where the fare goes.
Even in the bare snow, we can make a flare glow...
(Hook)
They used to tell me, I was building a dream...
VERSE 2
(Elliterate)
But now my script is swell,
livin' sick as hell, like a sickle cell.
Spittin' spells,
we'll put you in 'the roots' like you from Philidelph.
Deep down, where the beat 'drowns',
like I'm from 'Sea-Town'.
Street clowns,
I ain't 'talkin dentists' when y'all 'see crowns'.
Start murkin, Elliterate is the dark version.
Bark sermons, 'finding the beat' like 'heart surgeons'.
Car's swervin, couldn't miss this,
when I spit swift, flip 'gifts',
got it 'wrapped' like it's 'Christmas'.
Is this the earnest way?
Yo I got 'back' like ya vertebrae,
rappers in my palms like a serving tray.
I guess I'm getting on the psalms, like the church would say,
but f*** it I'm an atheist and yeah I let my words display.
Play music, so check it this games ruthless.
Wretched insane, the weaponry's plain, fame moves it.
So it's my destiny tryna get straight to it,
cuz technically all the sh** that they sellin' is plain sewage.
Yo I'm hittin' like a fighter's prime,
everytime I write a rhyme, I inspire crime,
spittin' fire lines. Cyanide, this the dire kind,
never tired mind. Try to find,
but these the motherf*** ers that you idolize...
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(Hook)
VERSE 3
(Shaymlus)
Yo I chain smoke,
till my brain strokes, spinnin' like stained clothes.
Dames know, that Shaymlus gets em arching like a rainbow.
So all these rappers wit they plain flows,
yeah we maim those, claim shows,
hit emcee's, we exchange blows.
I'm being honest,
yo I'm meaner than bondage.
Eager to bomb this.
Either millimeter's or sonnets,
choose one.
Cuz you can use guns, or spew puns,
but few come, 'breaking their habits' just like some nude nuns.
Yo this is lookin like some messy sh** .
Yo I'm blessed wit wit,
hittin harder than the sh** you burn in sessions kid.
My intellect with spits harder than your lesson is.
Spit impressive sh** ,
snatching all you was invested in
The first place..my verse great,
watch the herb bake.
They sh** is empty like my birthplace.
Yo I'm handin disses like I serve plates,
I turn, slay,
murder motherf*** ers in the worst way,
watch me persuade.
Yo we comin' like it's tag team wrestling.
Embezzling, burnin motherf*** ers till it's festering. (keep going)
Yo I think I'm on my second wind, and my text will spin,
comin' wit 'more off the top' than a Mexican.
Yes we in, every single cypha,
I'd like ta, invite ya,
spit it, then they come like the Piper.
Ignite ya, we comin' in 'waves', no 'micra',
and I ain't even talkin bout the lyrics that we write bruh..
Yeah lemme hold it there,
my flow is rare, and they know that I'm blowed, I swear.
Spittin' while I'm so impaired...
So, when it comes to battle I am over there,
making all these emcee's collapse like a folding chair...
(Hook)
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