Round II by Ananyajiva Lyrics
[Hook]
Staying under the ground
It ain’t my type
The phenomenal
Better bow down son now
I’m the one you
Don’t wanna fight
I’ve already won
The second round now
[Verse 1]
My name is AJ, I started rapping in eighth grade
Since then the idea in my brain stayed straight
Exchange soul for fame, sounds like a fake trade
I better blow up like Wayne, Dre
Rather than Machine Gun Kelly
You all love me, but in every recipe of affection
There is a pinch of hatred
Changed lanes to become a man
But I couldn’t care, less
Since 14 I am fate-less (yeah)
I am careless again since 14
It became a routine to fuck up things like Cosby (Bill)
You can throw me and see yourself destroyed (Kaboom)
I’m notorious to be explosive
Negative like I’m chlorine
And Na! It’s salty I ain’t positive (get it)
[Hook]
Staying under the ground
It ain’t my type
The phenomenal
Better bow down son now
I’m the one you
Don’t wanna fight
I’ve already won
The second round now
[Verse 2]
Holy shit I’m boiling tears
Of a-a-a-annoying pigs who grunt when
I am appointing sick
Lines to devoid your hate
Like Ms Poisonous snake
I mosh pit cause I don’t waltz in
Not a dancer but good at poetry (yeah)
Flower this flower that
Blue painted doors
Cynical walls and floors
Like chronicle stories (stores)
Clinical abortion as Mr Trump’s
Whore would never delete what
She don’t want, it’s a Cold War
With assaults that’s no ones fault of
Stars, so sophomore
Eastern like Gold Coast, I’m on Mars (crib)
Be calm in Vietnam before we bomb
Your towers like I’m King Kong
What’s your shits for, sick chords
Y’all better pick hard
Kamikaze of being a hit man, long shot
Shoutout to KVG, good work on extirpate
Something that I’ve always longed for
[Hook]
Staying under the ground
It ain’t my type
The phenomenal
Better bow down son now
I’m the one you
Don’t wanna fight
I’ve already won
The second round now
Staying under the ground
It ain’t my type
The phenomenal
Better bow down son now
I’m the one you
Don’t wanna fight
I’ve already won
The second round now
[Verse 1]
My name is AJ, I started rapping in eighth grade
Since then the idea in my brain stayed straight
Exchange soul for fame, sounds like a fake trade
I better blow up like Wayne, Dre
Rather than Machine Gun Kelly
You all love me, but in every recipe of affection
There is a pinch of hatred
Changed lanes to become a man
But I couldn’t care, less
Since 14 I am fate-less (yeah)
I am careless again since 14
It became a routine to fuck up things like Cosby (Bill)
You can throw me and see yourself destroyed (Kaboom)
I’m notorious to be explosive
Negative like I’m chlorine
And Na! It’s salty I ain’t positive (get it)
[Hook]
Staying under the ground
It ain’t my type
The phenomenal
Better bow down son now
I’m the one you
Don’t wanna fight
I’ve already won
The second round now
[Verse 2]
Holy shit I’m boiling tears
Of a-a-a-annoying pigs who grunt when
I am appointing sick
Lines to devoid your hate
Like Ms Poisonous snake
I mosh pit cause I don’t waltz in
Not a dancer but good at poetry (yeah)
Flower this flower that
Blue painted doors
Cynical walls and floors
Like chronicle stories (stores)
Clinical abortion as Mr Trump’s
Whore would never delete what
She don’t want, it’s a Cold War
With assaults that’s no ones fault of
Stars, so sophomore
Eastern like Gold Coast, I’m on Mars (crib)
Be calm in Vietnam before we bomb
Your towers like I’m King Kong
What’s your shits for, sick chords
Y’all better pick hard
Kamikaze of being a hit man, long shot
Shoutout to KVG, good work on extirpate
Something that I’ve always longed for
[Hook]
Staying under the ground
It ain’t my type
The phenomenal
Better bow down son now
I’m the one you
Don’t wanna fight
I’ve already won
The second round now