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Beast Unleashed 2 Lyrics - Artist : Vin Jay
Vin's back, come and join the movement
Y'all know me, I destroy the new shit Everybody telling me the boy's improving Now I'm tearing up lanes like Joyner Lucas (Joyner) Took a little break, I'm back and still got it Never get a rhyme by stackin' this profit Yeah they been shocked and mad that Vin's poppin' I planned in advance, you planned to just gossip Now I'm bringing a veteran team, living American dream Never gonna fuck and bow down and get on my knees Bitch, you better believe, clippin' the venom with ease Put em' on blast, now they got a vendetta with me Gotta be the best, can't settle with fine I pull the word up on the mic, they develop in time The second I rhyme, you feel it when the temperature rise And bitch I been bringing the bars like a federal crime Gunning for the top I come up out of the wasteland Hit em all with lyrical bullets and make em breakdance Bringing the flame, shit, I feel like I been a caveman If you don't rock with em', fuck up outta my face man Now they wanna give a boss advice They lost their minds, and knowing that I'm off the mic I've been locked in the lab, making songs at night Then cook it up in their feeds like Walter White Made a bit of money, I need to be saving I'm coming up and telling the team to be patient We'd achieve greatness, please proceed hating And come and get smoked I keep the rotation Vin up in the booth, but never sippin' the purp Cause I ain't fucking playin' like I'm injured reserve They think I've been on the curb the way I'm flipping the verbs To keep it a hundred, when they strive probably triple my work (Come' on) Never know what I'm about to do And I been coming in with the gas and I douse the booth Shit, I came a long way from a thousand views So give me the bottle of Moscato and a pound of shrooms And I run it a bit faster, fuck with a sick rapper The rhymes been sharp, I'm coming to spit daggers The hoes go wild, I'm making em' flip backwards They know when I'm a Rolling Stone or Mick Jagger Talking about the kid, gon' change the topic When I put up on the mic, straight flame and toxic Y'all things are watching while I bank deposit Been the rap Ray Lewis, come invade your pocket Coming for the crown, I plan on getting there first When I'm bringing em' in sick, the paramedic at work When I pun up on their tracks, in alphabetical [?] Flames in my blood, you can't [?] burn You can ask my doctor why the man's a monster Life handed me lemons, told em' pass the vodka While I check the motto, live fast and prosper Young king up in the game, Vin's rap Mufasa Never talk down, but know they won't hurt me They wanna get clout, they broke and so thirsty The man I'm always coming with the flow so dirty To fuck the game up and show no mercy Y'all know but tried to play stupid Only one path to crime, they make movement Come up in the game with a [?] that play loose shit Until I get a call, then signed to Strange Music Still I'm independent with a couple of thou' made My stock going up, while the government downgrades And coming with foul play, defender of sound waves I won't stop, til' these motherfuckers are outrage And now I get up in the lab and they panic Cuz' anybody in my path will be collateral damage I'm putting rap in the famine, I'm coming back with a gallon of straight gas Bringing the heat, while I'm attacking you faggots with love No plans, just do or die rap I maneuver like that, running through the right tracks Y'all really want beef, I'mma supersize that Let them die the death with no suicide pact Giving em' all the rhythm and the right sound (woah) Vin gon' catch a body when the mic's out (yeah) Giving em' all the business and they pipe down Vin up in the gym, but fuck it I'm about to fight now Y'all really don't seem surprised Just come in and feast your eyes Up on the plan that the team devised And y'all about to make a beast arise But no chance, so we finna let the weak survive So what? |
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