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Lyrify.me

Antivenom by ThatNikoli Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2017

Phone call
It's my bro, what's up man how's it going
I see you've written your verse, flowin' good man
Sorry I'm runnin' late I'm a pull up to the booth now
Hold on a second let's fuckin' get it
Dial tone
Uh
You wonder how I do it
I call you wonder woman, always lost runnin' your mouth swervin' from the truth
It just, pisses me off when, today's youth just shout abuse from afar or lob pebbles at cars but when you come close they're off par, missin' on purpose, hard as wet cardboard
Huh, best learn some respect, you playin' checkers confused when I pull out the bishop, the knights and my queen, I'm playin' chess
Check mate for you and your mate, North East south or west you can't escape
This how I feel about the new flows of late
Even your hoes up late tryna write their own piece of hate
Everyone with their hand out lookin' a piece of the cake, but the waters been spoiled, the well is poisoned, I'm lookin' past the baker he's not to blame
Me and my brother we feel the same, y'all fucked up the game where the fuck's the referee?
I'm seein' fouls left right and centre, but nobody bleedin' since they're all the same family, it's a whole movement where nobody is free
Flowin' with the mainstream, I'm swimmin' upstream
Against the grain, am I insane or are you all the same? Fuckin' lame
I'm above above average, ain't ever been answer avoiding, I'm above boiling temperature
Always been prepared, I'll scald ya if you
Looking scared, show fear and I'll smear your career all over the rear
This a pre match victory lap, press release after that and you'll be on your knees takin' back all that chit chat
What you call that? Fear of the click clack?
Self preservation your only motivation, cursing the nation
The prior arrangement you had with the game will go down the drain
Flushing the shit, pull the chain whoever left will worship the name
Got a vacuum for a brain
2 cents worth of sense, fucking senseless

Yall actin' like I ain't got the strength, I guess we'll see after this
Like rappin' ain't about story tellin', I'm just shreddin' this verse
Every session I work harder than fightin' depression in a world full of stressin' nerds
I've barely started, I'm rarer than findin' the correct directions to a secret location
Where even the people protectin' it have never seen it, that's defeatin' the odds
Yeah
I'm confused by these fools tryna hook their way through a verse
How am I losin' to these loose flowed fucks, they goin' in reverse
Have we ever seen worse?
There's gotta be some others in this universe that ain't impressed
I ain't rich but I'm blessed, still got bitches in my nest and visions of my best
So I'm never quittin' on my quest
I'm different to the rest, you really should invest, I'm speakin' with my chest, they speakin' out their neck
Braggin' about cheques, I'm after answers chasin' masters savin' pastors creatin' new chapters
They wanna be gangstas with no manners they just actin' tryna be the new Pac
With no lyrics or substance? No power in your voice or nothin'? No struggle to overcome?
No sufferin' or pain just drug takin' and fake gun raisin', no picture to paint
Yall should be ashamed all hunger seems drained
Oh no, not another lil in the name, another mumbler in the game, yall fuckin' up the wave
Huh
Can't trust these lames, won't stay in their lane? They're drivin' me insane
I can't contain it
I can't explain it
I can't refrain from, saying they can't remain, they gotta go like a bad stain
Givin' rap a bad name, now that's the sad thing...
I just don't get it and I won't stand for it, imma rap for the genre
I'm falling apart, I gotta get off that vodka say fuck the marijuana
Right now I'm feelin' like Osama, aka that brotha with the choppa walkin' on lava aimin' for karma
I'm turnin' to a fuckin' Monster on the mic, here to conquer and divide, I'll stop when I've died