ICON Freestyle by TVE Lyrics
[Intro]
What you call an Icon....
Living
[Verse 1]
What you call an Icon
Dylan
Spittin syllablic, like a wizard fighting pythons
Spray niggas over green, call it Krylon
Got a thousand cuts, lingchi make em die long
Walk in, ain't a bitch with a dry thong
Sprinkles of white all up in my fits, I turned the lights on
Niggas ain’t workin, ain’t makin sense, so they life wrong
You niggas only win when I Typhon (damn)
Niggas sent to pens when the writes wrong (man)
Niggas J-Lin in the bright orange
Send the defense, in the midst of a quiet storm
Sensing the scent of a bitch, that’s been lifelong
I got a hunch that you niggas don’t rap enough
Oh these niggas Twitter honeys and they gassed a bunch
Drizzy killed the sigh and I’m lapping up
Cuz I’ll give these niggas smoke then I’ll trash the guts
You parade with a name that is not yours
It’s kinda lame and a shame, shoulda thought more
But if it’s fame and acclaim that you thot for
It’s cuz you’re laying there slain, cuz I shot 4
And I gotta line of niggas I can call tho
That’s a lotta pallbearers for Apollo
Gotta fire-breathing Draco, I call it Drago
And I’ll light that ass up like Vitiligo
I’m calling all Osamas, who bombing impotent rhymers
Who love the shucking and flaugin
Who compromising for clout and
These niggas don't wanna see me
I spit on records in 3D
I’m flowing sicker than VD
I’ll be the one that’s on your TV
(Easy)
I’m a nigga with attitude
She wanna see a nigga, I just ask for the latitude
I already know that she fucking the long way
And I got the key, it’s my dick she elongate
(Damn)
[Outro]
What you call an Icon living
What you call an Icon...
TVE
What you call an Icon....
Living
[Verse 1]
What you call an Icon
Dylan
Spittin syllablic, like a wizard fighting pythons
Spray niggas over green, call it Krylon
Got a thousand cuts, lingchi make em die long
Walk in, ain't a bitch with a dry thong
Sprinkles of white all up in my fits, I turned the lights on
Niggas ain’t workin, ain’t makin sense, so they life wrong
You niggas only win when I Typhon (damn)
Niggas sent to pens when the writes wrong (man)
Niggas J-Lin in the bright orange
Send the defense, in the midst of a quiet storm
Sensing the scent of a bitch, that’s been lifelong
I got a hunch that you niggas don’t rap enough
Oh these niggas Twitter honeys and they gassed a bunch
Drizzy killed the sigh and I’m lapping up
Cuz I’ll give these niggas smoke then I’ll trash the guts
You parade with a name that is not yours
It’s kinda lame and a shame, shoulda thought more
But if it’s fame and acclaim that you thot for
It’s cuz you’re laying there slain, cuz I shot 4
And I gotta line of niggas I can call tho
That’s a lotta pallbearers for Apollo
Gotta fire-breathing Draco, I call it Drago
And I’ll light that ass up like Vitiligo
I’m calling all Osamas, who bombing impotent rhymers
Who love the shucking and flaugin
Who compromising for clout and
These niggas don't wanna see me
I spit on records in 3D
I’m flowing sicker than VD
I’ll be the one that’s on your TV
(Easy)
I’m a nigga with attitude
She wanna see a nigga, I just ask for the latitude
I already know that she fucking the long way
And I got the key, it’s my dick she elongate
(Damn)
[Outro]
What you call an Icon living
What you call an Icon...
TVE