Still Kill

I used to be about that life

Now I can really give a flyin' fuck about that life

Lyrically these rappers are inferior athletes

Cause I'm superior, I'm lyrically baffling

Built for this shit with interior scaffolding

I'm imperial, beware of my mysterious tackling

I hit the mic and rap like I am in a beastly state

We got an army, something they appreciate

These rappers make me fall asleep

I'm short as fuck but rapper as if no rapper's tall as me

Yeah, that's my fuckin' policy

Goin' down in history for the ones that do it flawlessly

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We the real deal, we that true school

Ain't a bunch of dickheads trying to be too cool

Cause we the real deal, we that true school

We don't follow new rules, everybody you lose

Cause we have been there and done that and still here

Rappers that you still fear, rappers that you still hear

Cause we that true school, we the real deal

Decade and a half motherfuckers, we can still kill

Valkyrize, take flight, concrete gargoyle

Spit oil, hot lead, meltin' off finger tips

Givin' it's original form and I swarm firstly

So many words spit in this game and I'm gettin' thirsty

And hunger is a game and dungeon's never tamed

My dragons are too fully grown, we sully you with flames

Whether slowly cap or snap back with full attack we'll reign

I maim, I murder, a word, a verb, a

Noun, alert em now, we came to shut em down

It's an all power outage, straight blackouts allowed

Fall face first into deeper depths of the crowd

Call crowd control loud or roll over them like clouds

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We don't get old, dawg we get better

It's Rocky 7, you don't want to start a vendetta

I'll do a fuckin' drive-by on the Lambretta

I'm a red Lamborghini, you're a tan Jetta

Hit so many times now I land better

Prev still by my side saying "Come on man, get up."

I'm on a fuckin' band stand in a grand getup

People still don't understand, gettin' damn fed up

Get yourself a dictionary, we are visionaries

Fucked so many rappers up they call me Mr. Missionary

It's like Area 51, full of intelligent life

With blacklights spinnin', glowin' red and green and then white

What a night to have to right the wrongs of pressurized domes

Leave competitors without the molecules to phone home

This is the misguided cannonball, viking express

With the tangible command of all the thoughts I compress

Let me confess my darkest secret which is why I've arrived

And see if anyone has seen P-one, I'm born to survive

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