Duppy Freestyle by Elijah Kyle Lyrics

[Intro]
Shout-out to all the greatest
Thank you for inspiring me
Shout-out Shordy B

[Verse]
Check it I'm sick and tired of people questioning what I'm doin'?
See if you on my chip when it comes to the music
You never show love back-stabbers I got a rubber
A hand of full potential verses to leave you ruined
But I will never diss a rapper just to gain attention
They don't compare me to any artists inside your mentions
To touch the masses when music I know you fuckin' hear it
This ain't for no record label no I do not want a deal
Wack ass rappers overpaid while thеy ain't on a skill
Biting people's flows Mike Tyson Vs. Holy Fiеld
Holy smokes, holy ghost, right is in the fuckin' air
But every line I write is from the heart
And how were you an artist if you didn't make the art?
Let that line sink in like a deep wound
One hit wonders who'll be gone by the next June
Don't get me confused not a regular dude
The game is a bunch of tied verses and their terrible tunes
I think you lost part of your brain