Letra de Deadman
Rap so down pat, need a pat down
When I walk in, that's the motherfuckin' rap style
Got a whole stick, 'cause I wanna cut the H out
When I walk in, that's the motherfuckin' rap style
Got a whole stick, 'cause I wanna cut the H out
It's insultin', I could go another eight rounds
If I was writin' the shit that you bitches put out
I prolly would look like a Jesus (Ha)
I drop a single, could make an entire EP
In the same time it took to complete it (Bitch)
Rappers are packin' a heater around me
I guess I'm too cold, is it my demeanor?
Secretin' an uneasy feelin' around
'Cause you know I could go hard if I really need to
Increase your streams, yeah, go pay a fee, 'ya
Turned to animal, feedin' your ego
Rappers thе fastest to run with the trends
Is it rеally surprisin' they call you a cheater?
Debate me, motherfucker, all 'yo points blank
Shit is fuckin' hollow and so follows is a hollow-point
Shot at point blank, see you got no response
And what you do? Go result to violence so pronto
In the booth, a gun can negate my life
But I promise, it will not negate the truth (Hell nah)
Trios in action, we hold a faction
Spittin' a verse just to reload the passion
Freshen my breath with the mint in a Tic Tac
Flip it, spit fire, see that is my tactic (Buh, buh)
Slippery slidin', so slick with the rap shit
In an asylum, so sick, that he rabid (Bttttt)
Rap it so fast, but I'll never eat grass
But I'll load up my shit and I'll make you eat pellets
Let me into the game, gotta barge in the door
Hit you motherfuckers twice as hard as before
They will send shots, subs par for the course
But ignore it, it won't blow, it's sub par on the chorus
Sharp as a sword, and you talk shit to me
Get the goons that you sent me and then drop down some cheese
Send 'em back with a bigger bag, not gonna flee
Put a price on my head and got popped by your Gs!
One by one line 'em up, take a step back
Rile them up 'til they buck, wavin' red flags
I'm the one that they want, but they ain't gettin' jack
Think that I give a fuck, you're a deadman
I get the party rockin' shawty, take a seat
Don’t wait for me, I’m comin' (Yeah)
Right after I lethally lace this beat
I'ma raise the heat to a hundred
They ain’t with me, fuck 'em (Fuck 'em)
Tey really ain’t nothin', I’m a beast
I'm who they keep huntin'
But I stay in front and y’all can’t stand it
It fucks with y'all so much
That I’m ahead, well, I'ma lap 'em (What?)
Got the lead in the chamber
All that’s left to do is cock the hammer (Chk-chk)
Man, y’all better pray to god
That you don’t lose or exhaust that stamina
I ain't goin' against the law, you’re
Just another victim to this canon (Ugh)
Finna please a fandom when I go release this phantom
Bitch, this shit's as easy as it gets
I’m keepin' the distance massive
I’m in desperate need of a challenge
And these wack ass rappers ain't even average
Too damn passive to even practice on
But they keep me laughin' (Ha)
Allowin' me to open my mouth was such a bad mistake
You a bitch like Andrew Tate (Bitch)
Bald ass with the face of a Manta ray
So guess who’s back again
To wreak havoc on a track again (Yeah)
Beat the crap outta rap again
You can’t do wrong if you add two As
Yo' bitch is ahead of the head game (Yeah)
I’m ahead of the pen game (Oh)
Welcome to the end game
Got 'yo head bleedin' red, there ain’t no escape
I could take it down a notch but I’d rather not
'Cause I’m tryna explain you ain’t survivin' this exchange
And like Eddie, your cry for help’ll get left on read, mane
So Checkmate, hoe, you ain’t movin' no piece (What?)
See the way I abuse these beats (Huh?)
How could you think that I’d lose in a beef? (Bitch)
Bitch, I bruise and release with the usual ease
You can’t escape, you’re too stupid to leave
In the midst of a confused industry
And I’m here to stay, ain't gotta prove anything (Nah)
One by one line 'em up, take a step back
Rile them up 'til they buck, wavin' red flags
I'm the one that they want, but they ain't gettin' jack
Think that I give a fuck, you're a deadman
By now, I'm sick of this shit
Y'all better pack up, how hard y'all trippin'
Look at my wrist, don't got a Rolex
Only time ever tells you will never fold X
Not on my watch, so I'm gonna blow next
Hand C4 to my ops, hold this
Go before you are dropped on sight
Spend your days in a care home, bitch
Bet you will become a tragedy
Bigger than Death Row dying in agony
I wouldn't sign to a label
That can't even make up a marketing strategy
Shit is just laughably fuckin' up!
Should've been kept in a state of mortality
I hate to point any fingers
But you know he doesn't have place for morality
I been busy writing letters to myself
When I read 'em back to you
You'll see I'm in this better route
I won't need to stop the show
And I won't need to take a bow
I'm immortal with this flow
Keepin' me movin' out around
I've been about these hardships
I know that you want this hard shit
Ever since I learned I could rap
Felt I could pick my targets
Oversaturation
If you got skill, wanna craft a paycheck
You ain't gonna last through the first engagement
Fifty other guys wanna get your placements
"I'm another rapper, there's too many
They won't even lend me out two pennies
I can make a fraction, never get traction
I am fuckin' destined for poverty
I'll live with it, but I wanna get rich from the penmanship
I'll do what I want, fuckin' tend to it
Yeah, even my mind gotta bend a bit"
I start wars, though time sticks
I stay tall, man, fuck the tea
Like Star Wars, ho, I'm 6' 6", I say all can fuckin' cease
You make one, I'ma make one better
Take my work, you can take my cheddar
Don't think I won't shoot back when I'm fully stacked
With my name plastered in gold letters
One by one line 'em up, take a step back
Rile them up 'til they buck, wavin' red flags
I'm the one that they want, but they ain't gettin' jack
Think that I give a fuck, you're a deadman
If I was writin' the shit that you bitches put out
I prolly would look like a Jesus (Ha)
I drop a single, could make an entire EP
In the same time it took to complete it (Bitch)
Rappers are packin' a heater around me
I guess I'm too cold, is it my demeanor?
Secretin' an uneasy feelin' around
'Cause you know I could go hard if I really need to
Increase your streams, yeah, go pay a fee, 'ya
Turned to animal, feedin' your ego
Rappers thе fastest to run with the trends
Is it rеally surprisin' they call you a cheater?
Debate me, motherfucker, all 'yo points blank
Shit is fuckin' hollow and so follows is a hollow-point
Shot at point blank, see you got no response
And what you do? Go result to violence so pronto
In the booth, a gun can negate my life
But I promise, it will not negate the truth (Hell nah)
Trios in action, we hold a faction
Spittin' a verse just to reload the passion
Freshen my breath with the mint in a Tic Tac
Flip it, spit fire, see that is my tactic (Buh, buh)
Slippery slidin', so slick with the rap shit
In an asylum, so sick, that he rabid (Bttttt)
Rap it so fast, but I'll never eat grass
But I'll load up my shit and I'll make you eat pellets
Let me into the game, gotta barge in the door
Hit you motherfuckers twice as hard as before
They will send shots, subs par for the course
But ignore it, it won't blow, it's sub par on the chorus
Sharp as a sword, and you talk shit to me
Get the goons that you sent me and then drop down some cheese
Send 'em back with a bigger bag, not gonna flee
Put a price on my head and got popped by your Gs!
One by one line 'em up, take a step back
Rile them up 'til they buck, wavin' red flags
I'm the one that they want, but they ain't gettin' jack
Think that I give a fuck, you're a deadman
I get the party rockin' shawty, take a seat
Don’t wait for me, I’m comin' (Yeah)
Right after I lethally lace this beat
I'ma raise the heat to a hundred
They ain’t with me, fuck 'em (Fuck 'em)
Tey really ain’t nothin', I’m a beast
I'm who they keep huntin'
But I stay in front and y’all can’t stand it
It fucks with y'all so much
That I’m ahead, well, I'ma lap 'em (What?)
Got the lead in the chamber
All that’s left to do is cock the hammer (Chk-chk)
Man, y’all better pray to god
That you don’t lose or exhaust that stamina
I ain't goin' against the law, you’re
Just another victim to this canon (Ugh)
Finna please a fandom when I go release this phantom
Bitch, this shit's as easy as it gets
I’m keepin' the distance massive
I’m in desperate need of a challenge
And these wack ass rappers ain't even average
Too damn passive to even practice on
But they keep me laughin' (Ha)
Allowin' me to open my mouth was such a bad mistake
You a bitch like Andrew Tate (Bitch)
Bald ass with the face of a Manta ray
So guess who’s back again
To wreak havoc on a track again (Yeah)
Beat the crap outta rap again
You can’t do wrong if you add two As
Yo' bitch is ahead of the head game (Yeah)
I’m ahead of the pen game (Oh)
Welcome to the end game
Got 'yo head bleedin' red, there ain’t no escape
I could take it down a notch but I’d rather not
'Cause I’m tryna explain you ain’t survivin' this exchange
And like Eddie, your cry for help’ll get left on read, mane
So Checkmate, hoe, you ain’t movin' no piece (What?)
See the way I abuse these beats (Huh?)
How could you think that I’d lose in a beef? (Bitch)
Bitch, I bruise and release with the usual ease
You can’t escape, you’re too stupid to leave
In the midst of a confused industry
And I’m here to stay, ain't gotta prove anything (Nah)
One by one line 'em up, take a step back
Rile them up 'til they buck, wavin' red flags
I'm the one that they want, but they ain't gettin' jack
Think that I give a fuck, you're a deadman
By now, I'm sick of this shit
Y'all better pack up, how hard y'all trippin'
Look at my wrist, don't got a Rolex
Only time ever tells you will never fold X
Not on my watch, so I'm gonna blow next
Hand C4 to my ops, hold this
Go before you are dropped on sight
Spend your days in a care home, bitch
Bet you will become a tragedy
Bigger than Death Row dying in agony
I wouldn't sign to a label
That can't even make up a marketing strategy
Shit is just laughably fuckin' up!
Should've been kept in a state of mortality
I hate to point any fingers
But you know he doesn't have place for morality
I been busy writing letters to myself
When I read 'em back to you
You'll see I'm in this better route
I won't need to stop the show
And I won't need to take a bow
I'm immortal with this flow
Keepin' me movin' out around
I've been about these hardships
I know that you want this hard shit
Ever since I learned I could rap
Felt I could pick my targets
Oversaturation
If you got skill, wanna craft a paycheck
You ain't gonna last through the first engagement
Fifty other guys wanna get your placements
"I'm another rapper, there's too many
They won't even lend me out two pennies
I can make a fraction, never get traction
I am fuckin' destined for poverty
I'll live with it, but I wanna get rich from the penmanship
I'll do what I want, fuckin' tend to it
Yeah, even my mind gotta bend a bit"
I start wars, though time sticks
I stay tall, man, fuck the tea
Like Star Wars, ho, I'm 6' 6", I say all can fuckin' cease
You make one, I'ma make one better
Take my work, you can take my cheddar
Don't think I won't shoot back when I'm fully stacked
With my name plastered in gold letters
One by one line 'em up, take a step back
Rile them up 'til they buck, wavin' red flags
I'm the one that they want, but they ain't gettin' jack
Think that I give a fuck, you're a deadman
