Ten Of Me Freeverse by Antonio Alicea Lyrics
(This Is not a flex, just bars)
[Verse 1]
In my new lifestyle, everything is minimal
I start handling the rock, it ends up as a mineral
They get a high off of biting your boy like an edible
I met a foolish person that tried to the beat me with pen, they fold-
Ed with the quickness
You would've thought it was a competition doing origami in the minimal amount of minutes
Now Witness, I‘m on the stand
But it’s more like a can
‘Cause of the crap that's come out
Has been flushed by the man
Poor shot, better go and work on your aim
Imma work on my Ms
Imma say (say it) As-salamu alaykum to my friends at the first moment I see them
If you're talking Sam I’m son of him
There is only one I
Like guy that hangs out by the door with mister Sullivan
A monster's ink bleeds from this pen that's been pumblin
And carving out the kind that I squash like a pumpkin
(I'm sorry for what I did to your face)
You're not a friend or an enemy
But attempt bring end to me
Then I'll think it rich to put you in the hills
Like it's Beverly
I will cleverly deliver these amenities
To the places we're leveling
Building up all the tension needed to begin a recipe
That’ll lead to a beef and the rappers that I’ll eat separately
You could come compete with a hundred
But i would only need like ten of me
[Verse 1]
In my new lifestyle, everything is minimal
I start handling the rock, it ends up as a mineral
They get a high off of biting your boy like an edible
I met a foolish person that tried to the beat me with pen, they fold-
Ed with the quickness
You would've thought it was a competition doing origami in the minimal amount of minutes
Now Witness, I‘m on the stand
But it’s more like a can
‘Cause of the crap that's come out
Has been flushed by the man
Poor shot, better go and work on your aim
Imma work on my Ms
Imma say (say it) As-salamu alaykum to my friends at the first moment I see them
If you're talking Sam I’m son of him
There is only one I
Like guy that hangs out by the door with mister Sullivan
A monster's ink bleeds from this pen that's been pumblin
And carving out the kind that I squash like a pumpkin
(I'm sorry for what I did to your face)
You're not a friend or an enemy
But attempt bring end to me
Then I'll think it rich to put you in the hills
Like it's Beverly
I will cleverly deliver these amenities
To the places we're leveling
Building up all the tension needed to begin a recipe
That’ll lead to a beef and the rappers that I’ll eat separately
You could come compete with a hundred
But i would only need like ten of me