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There It Is
Nord1kone
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DJ MROK
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I spit the swisher down the spine and then I show 'em I can rhyme well
Crowd activated, smoke screening as I exhale
Words just one minute ahead, it will flip the Richter
Rappers left choking on flows, boa constrictor
Oh, it's the shadow circling the shark
Nordic One ripping through they vitals in the dark
One spark of the spliff and I'm strolling Mr. Thin
Marking up the spot, leaving rotten walk-ins
Standing in between your crew and the exit
Outsider syndicate, firepower flexing
Pressing the barrel to your temple as my patience bends
Squeeze like pressure on the mic, I'm disfiguring
Past patterns aggressive with my behavior
Corrupt flavor, so they say my style's major
Raw danger, now remember who I blaze ya
Honing my potential, there's no chances that they'll save ya
Sending out from my squadron
Rolling up in jeeps with they sub, moving bombing classic ghetto funk
Press your luck, be my next test subject
Operator LMT cut some open as I inspect
End it to beginners, ear dinners, return to senders
Nordic One is on offenders who brought battles I enter
Gun 'em down and I'm the last man left to stand
Crossing out they rhymes for my toss 'em in the trash can
It's not easy, it's not easy
This that drip smothered in applesauce
Kid brother on the handlebars, Jones Street crack cocaine caviar
Dirtbag swagger, fell off Jacob's Ladder
Driving Lambos in hell, whipping 'em well
Homicidal on vinyl, murder on wax, blood on the needle
I'm becoming the truth, the reason, shout out to Siegel
Bending corners in the Regal, no tags
Your team is looking real feeble, no strength
These lame labels trying to make a deal, no thanks
Everybody talking keep it real, I'm beyond that
I'm beyond rap, M-Rock track, I be on that
Shit could get bad, Vietnam bad
Look at the mess I made, who gon' pay for this?
I'm in the octagon jumping off the chain link
IMF, I play the world's smallest violin
I don't give a shit, tear your body by the limbs
Baby Prague, there it is
You fucking with pros and there it goes
This my ode to ghosts, I flourish from coast to coast
Jumping off and on the continents, rob a bitch then hop a fence
Lock and load after I pop a clip, I'm John Todd Apocalypse
Lock arms with an octopus, I ain't never lost, not once
And if I did, that was not us
Fuck with the kid and get tossed with the monster up in Loch Ness
It's not easy, it's not easy
I speak with my mind with the lyrics I write
All my might, oh shit, it's the nigga in his heights
I'm a god on the mic, holy Jesus fucking Christ
I'm that bad itch, Prague worse than lice
This the daily super spitter, OG top ranked hitter
Our shit bang on the lasting arenas
Wrist gleams from pistol to Richmond, I'm going crazy with it
Every line I write turns to magic Armageddon when I'm pissed
Nauseous, pyramid level stalking, catalogs knocking
IMF got me on a stopping
You fools, my fist up, time to box bitch
To the roof you go on some Mortal Kombat shit
Enterprise is daily comfortable where I stay in
Nobody's taking me out, I'm going in, guns blazing
Lyrically a beast, that's why Marshawn pays me
On a comma once a year, now start blazing motherfucker
It's not easy, it's not easy
Ayo, this verse like the curse of insomnia
Up at 4 AM, staring at the ceiling
I'm up under your bed, voice in your head
Your thoughts are full of dread, scary is the feeling
Pillow soaked with the tears of your fears
Losing to your peers for twenty plus years
Stay awake and don't play hate
This game is not for lames, you must play it great
No escape from the walls, they close in
The best flows win, your boy goes in, yeah
Like a pool and I shine like a jewel
Your flow's not cool, you rhyme like a fool
Court jesters are tossed to the lions
Toothpicks in your eyes, you're lost in the science
My alliance with the gods of rap
Is to uphold the culture, the cards are stacked, yeah
I run with dudes that were born with the beat in them
You in pajamas with the feet in them
And the slap for the buck part
I'm in this thirty years, you still on the upstart
This is not nap time, this is mic in
Your hand, show us you can rap time
On this obstacle course like the back nine
Forget about the club, let your rap shine
It's not easy, it's not easy
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