Swamp by ATHRV, BHUVXN Lyrics
Ay, lesgo
We'll take a leap of faith, let's dive in
Don't need parachutes, i widened clouds
We'll be back in sixty seconds and then
Retract before sky ends
Cause i'm hardly sober now
If i lean back it's on pilots
Maybe all these hoes forgot
I don't tweet bangers, i write them
And none of them are gimmicks
Yea, all of them are medics
Gotta kill the illness with
A rare dose of therapy
None of 'em know clinics
And fear how the death'll be
None of them will live it
It's tough to get up
Like a slap with a tune
It's a rare case of villainy
None of you can witness
Funny how i just learned
A mask is my doom
Bitches scared to come near me
And none of them are women
Hah, gotta pop the trunk
Yea i make my own seeds
But i water tonnes
Going cray on my feet
Like i thought a pun
And i take my own 3's
Never loft a dunk
BUt i mAkE mY oWn bEaTs
Bitch, you're faking a alley oop
I'd play with a cali dude
Play with her hair when
I take out a baddie too
I'd mail her the addy too
But bots are junk
And gaslighting? Fuck that
I only pum-pum-pum-pum pump facts
That's why this clutch is fucked up and tucked back
Cuz when i'm turnt like trump's words
I burn tracks
And it's to-to-tough, what i do-do-do
When you know-no-hope, gotta pa-pa-pat
So wa-wa-watch how you mo-mo-move
With these ho-ho-hoes on your ba-ba-back
Muhfuckers talking too much
Dogle chehre dekha main boht...tabhi gaano mein likhta hu sach
Siyahi se naam jo nikle tera..main wo Kira..tu paye na bach
Scene ka badla ye speed....1 v all...fir bhi kardala Clutch
Fir bhi they talking too much
Abhi fir bol re boht...ud rahe boht...hum
Tabhi laye scene mein Kranti Boht hum
Kala jadoo kardu in jokero pe jaise
Batman..Sheher ye Gotham
Abhi Muh pe Mithe ..Murke Jhoothe..
Khulke dhut hai...nashe main...har saboot hai
Likhta Lahoo se...har shabd barud jaise
Mic pe thuku main toh.. jalta booth hai
Kabhi jo ye dhadkane jo hui tez ...karu na main clout chase...wahi soch
HipHop marathon..na hai race..who's better ...close case...har roz
Too many snakes..did a no show
They been tryna find all my loopholes
100 bitches on my tail...its presidential..
Zara piche hath..you getting too close
New flows..rhythm.vibes mucho
Infinity chahiye haath mein..tu bane raakh..jaise Russo
But you know..101 kare Mask off...Baby pluto
Endgame in the hillside
799002
Saat nau nau shunya shunya do
Now I'd write a verse, they bite on cucks
I'd leave a curse but this beat's a must
Shut up you lil' punk, now I'm talking, when I slide over to your bitches cunt
Your ass is dust, your bars are dirt
I smash bars like hulk, you trash talk in bulk
Reel music and Real Music, quite amusing, how the grade 'a' might be confusing
My own producer trashes my shit, that's the level we play at and win, and I'm talking about a level, not an elavator, where you pop two buttons, and I mop the floor with you son
Just the fight for art, witness it
Extra nights of ecstasy, so why don't you take a hint, and go check to see, your bars miss the snare, and can't wreck the beat
I recorded it thrice, and the deals wise, when we play it's an enterprise, of emotions that I put into my song, you write two lines and even then you put the words wrong
Your rap is decoy, my rap is the beacon that's flyin high
You use bots for cues, got caught stepping into the bigger shoes, so you bought (bots) the views
And I'm feverish so hot, I become a hot topic so exotic they make a biopic, nobody could see it cause half the world is myopic and nine-tenths of them are psychotic so they name a drink after me gin and tonic, I caught it when they mic drop it
Lines like a coke addict
When I spit like a lunatic damned artist
Kinda Ironic, when a fat cunt like me goes super-sonic (haha)
We'll take a leap of faith, let's dive in
Don't need parachutes, i widened clouds
We'll be back in sixty seconds and then
Retract before sky ends
Cause i'm hardly sober now
If i lean back it's on pilots
Maybe all these hoes forgot
I don't tweet bangers, i write them
And none of them are gimmicks
Yea, all of them are medics
Gotta kill the illness with
A rare dose of therapy
None of 'em know clinics
And fear how the death'll be
None of them will live it
It's tough to get up
Like a slap with a tune
It's a rare case of villainy
None of you can witness
Funny how i just learned
A mask is my doom
Bitches scared to come near me
And none of them are women
Hah, gotta pop the trunk
Yea i make my own seeds
But i water tonnes
Going cray on my feet
Like i thought a pun
And i take my own 3's
Never loft a dunk
BUt i mAkE mY oWn bEaTs
Bitch, you're faking a alley oop
I'd play with a cali dude
Play with her hair when
I take out a baddie too
I'd mail her the addy too
But bots are junk
And gaslighting? Fuck that
I only pum-pum-pum-pum pump facts
That's why this clutch is fucked up and tucked back
Cuz when i'm turnt like trump's words
I burn tracks
And it's to-to-tough, what i do-do-do
When you know-no-hope, gotta pa-pa-pat
So wa-wa-watch how you mo-mo-move
With these ho-ho-hoes on your ba-ba-back
Muhfuckers talking too much
Dogle chehre dekha main boht...tabhi gaano mein likhta hu sach
Siyahi se naam jo nikle tera..main wo Kira..tu paye na bach
Scene ka badla ye speed....1 v all...fir bhi kardala Clutch
Fir bhi they talking too much
Abhi fir bol re boht...ud rahe boht...hum
Tabhi laye scene mein Kranti Boht hum
Kala jadoo kardu in jokero pe jaise
Batman..Sheher ye Gotham
Abhi Muh pe Mithe ..Murke Jhoothe..
Khulke dhut hai...nashe main...har saboot hai
Likhta Lahoo se...har shabd barud jaise
Mic pe thuku main toh.. jalta booth hai
Kabhi jo ye dhadkane jo hui tez ...karu na main clout chase...wahi soch
HipHop marathon..na hai race..who's better ...close case...har roz
Too many snakes..did a no show
They been tryna find all my loopholes
100 bitches on my tail...its presidential..
Zara piche hath..you getting too close
New flows..rhythm.vibes mucho
Infinity chahiye haath mein..tu bane raakh..jaise Russo
But you know..101 kare Mask off...Baby pluto
Endgame in the hillside
799002
Saat nau nau shunya shunya do
Now I'd write a verse, they bite on cucks
I'd leave a curse but this beat's a must
Shut up you lil' punk, now I'm talking, when I slide over to your bitches cunt
Your ass is dust, your bars are dirt
I smash bars like hulk, you trash talk in bulk
Reel music and Real Music, quite amusing, how the grade 'a' might be confusing
My own producer trashes my shit, that's the level we play at and win, and I'm talking about a level, not an elavator, where you pop two buttons, and I mop the floor with you son
Just the fight for art, witness it
Extra nights of ecstasy, so why don't you take a hint, and go check to see, your bars miss the snare, and can't wreck the beat
I recorded it thrice, and the deals wise, when we play it's an enterprise, of emotions that I put into my song, you write two lines and even then you put the words wrong
Your rap is decoy, my rap is the beacon that's flyin high
You use bots for cues, got caught stepping into the bigger shoes, so you bought (bots) the views
And I'm feverish so hot, I become a hot topic so exotic they make a biopic, nobody could see it cause half the world is myopic and nine-tenths of them are psychotic so they name a drink after me gin and tonic, I caught it when they mic drop it
Lines like a coke addict
When I spit like a lunatic damned artist
Kinda Ironic, when a fat cunt like me goes super-sonic (haha)