Subterraneous Records - Rivers Run Wild lyrics

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[OneManArmy]

Yo, we moving faster than the dukes of hazard

Play you like shoots and ladders

Don't have to shoot a bastard, I'm a super rapper

My single bound of leap is twelve inches

Eff a tall edifice

My evidence equivalent to Everest

Nevertheless I attack ya chest

Like a cardiac arrest

Snatch a sack of ses

Let's see who rap the best

You couldn't pass a test

You artificially intelligent

I read fake rappers like New Testaments

And King James versions

Rhymes operate like brain surgeons

Never been fucked with, remain virgin

It's a miracle, every time I work the mic

I deliver verses like, Mary giving birth to Christ

Serpents in paradise entice emcees

To bite my steez like apple trees

But actually that'd be a catastrophe

When the mic is passed to me

You'd rather feel the wrath of G-O-D

You know the score you was told before

Hold the mic like I hold a sword

Life is like the Trojan War

And I'm the one man army jumping out of horses

'Till the end of time, literary military forces

[Kodak]

Persistent paddling could be damaging to the average man

Resistance vanishing with no Anacin

Pulsating performance releasing any season

My reason for being like a leaky faucet known to

trickle slow

Two triple O

Mastering magical moments when I get with Lo

Destined to blow

See before I chose this path

Floated down rivers running fast avoiding riff raff

Ran into Heathcliff he told me "Get cash"

I laughed 'cause he was drowning

Sounding like he had a cold and stuff

Told him he can't control the stuff

They know to bust

This ain't no unsolved mystery, involves history

Dissolves chemically, revolves eventually

Witness seen it can't acquire fitness being bulimic

Extreme with skills to back the team with

My gems encompass

Purposely protected potently infected

Taken out of natural form, that's what I'm left with

Possess the seven habits of highly effective people

Bless the addicts with caffeine equal match my steeple

Cunning how a stunning child, lyrically endowed

Could somehow stay on course running wild

[Illite]

Ayo you out of your league, rocking with me

And obviously I leave spots damaged my advantages

Leave niggas in bandages

Wrapped with very little breathing room

My thinking tool is equal to none

See what you done?

You got me expanding my fist to slap you straight

Cause niggas be switching sides like tassels after you graduate

I'll knock your style off it's pedestal now

You hanging from my testicles now

And your fellas ain't nowhere to be found

Illite brings the raw with him

I had a fist full of marbles and lost 'em

I walk up in your fortress with a cordless and it gets way deeper

I'm trying to ignite mics in bright lights

And move crowds like motivational speakers

I take rhythms and turn 'em into wavelengths

Kidnap a couple of aliens to hot-wire their spaceships

So much inside, it's hard not to get my tongue tied up

That's why every time I finish a verse off a star lights up

[Scratches]

[Senim Silla:] (Ran with dogs that's rabid, rivers is rapid)

[Magestik Legend]

Try to keep it still it might hurt to listen

I grip this mic tight enough to make my elbows bust

through my shirt stitching

Y'all piss me off like I'm sick of working

You got me ready to wait near your car with a knife in

the night lurking

Like "give me that!"

Got me hanging up the phone like "man hit me back"

When I'm trying to write to spit these raps

Cause you don't understand what it take to write shit

to survive with

I write bullets to take lives with

Hop out the burning bush spitting live shit "Man!"

I'm trying to make some points that y'all can ride with

With ridiculous Speed like Nicholas be

Keep riding till your rims is ripping the street if you're feeling me

Cause easily I can be on some ol' Razor Ramón type tone

With styles free like Elzhee

So if you ain't hearing me bring it to me first

So wiping creatures off of the earth like G-O-D, Father part three

Perfect the way you deliver

You launching missiles them joints is skipping on the rivers

Running wild be like, when the crowd be hype

And we ain't got to deal with no lousy mics!