DefofARapFlowRemix by Trent Gould Lyrics
I spit nasty rhymes
Damn near all the time
Dear listeners how’s your sterility
Check your ears
Cause I nearly always interfere
With how ya hear
Spit with ability
To leave ya messed up
Thinking “hey man when’s the sun up?”
During the sunset
Mothers upset
That their kids
Bumping to trent
Lumping me in
To every ever
Rapper
Rhyming that he’s dapper
With a wicked wang
Its inane
How the old folks
Can’t refrain
To boxing in
A kid
Trying to live
By spitting
Like damn
Alright lets switch it
I got flows so bold
My oldest foes
Drop their hopes
Of touching t
Its simple
I practice
Practically
Every other hour
Be skipping class
To perfect the craft
Amassing drafts
Choose the best
Use the rest
To set fire
To the liars
Who claim they detest
Think they higher
Scorch the entire
Group don’t rest
Oil they must
Admit that young trent
Is their sire
Pay their taxes
To the supplier
Of the stupid heat
I put out for free
Hop on any beat
Beating new mcs
Trying be
Showing their skills
But they ain’t rap thrills
They rapping fake grills
And fake guns
I think it’s funny
They flaunting money
They borrowed
From the bank
Me I say it
How it is
I’m broke and young
Tryna get rich
By writing poems
Even if they dope dumb
I’ll be recording every week
Shooting videos in the street
Putting out release release
Until my fan count hits
6 digits
Then start to tour
Your after your
Performing galore
Til it feels like a chore
And I start to get bored
Investment time
Here comes trent
I’ma own my own stores
I’m sell my own scents
My profits
Will exponentially augment
August to august
Won’t be no stopping
This hot man
So watch what you say
Don’t anger me
You don’t wanna play
With me in the game
Less I’m on your team
I’m just teasing
Wait..
No I’m not
Cause I’m just too hot
To let you cool my spot
Spectacularly surpassing
Mumble dweebs
Digging holes
At the murder scenes
In the murk
Leave em buried
Six feet deep
I gotta smirk
As they wake
And suddenly try to breath
Realize their fate
It’s my day to day
To put em in their place
Serve em plates
With dessert
Colder than
An arctic desert
What’s that called
Oh yeah revenge
Ladies tend
To think I’d forget
How they treated trent
They can go bent
Breast won’t let me accept
How you said I was swept
Away with ideas I’d play
My music for a bunch of fans
Now I’m on my way
So tell my hand
How trent is bland
Nah don’t talk
Just can it
Your fat lips
Need a zip
You don’t think so
Well bite me
I glow as I flow
In miraculously
Rows of lines
Writing in rhymes
At a pace that Einstein
Couldn’t calculate
I’m the immaculate
Imbalance
The games been missing
Not missing in the sense
I haven’t been here
Nah just missing
In the sense
I haven’t been heard
So hurry up and listen
My lisp is lame
Is what they’ve mentioned
But I’m proud of it
When I spit
It’s apart of my
Signature finish
So go head
Hit me
With your best dish
Aw shit I mean’t diss
Damn near all the time
Dear listeners how’s your sterility
Check your ears
Cause I nearly always interfere
With how ya hear
Spit with ability
To leave ya messed up
Thinking “hey man when’s the sun up?”
During the sunset
Mothers upset
That their kids
Bumping to trent
Lumping me in
To every ever
Rapper
Rhyming that he’s dapper
With a wicked wang
Its inane
How the old folks
Can’t refrain
To boxing in
A kid
Trying to live
By spitting
Like damn
Alright lets switch it
I got flows so bold
My oldest foes
Drop their hopes
Of touching t
Its simple
I practice
Practically
Every other hour
Be skipping class
To perfect the craft
Amassing drafts
Choose the best
Use the rest
To set fire
To the liars
Who claim they detest
Think they higher
Scorch the entire
Group don’t rest
Oil they must
Admit that young trent
Is their sire
Pay their taxes
To the supplier
Of the stupid heat
I put out for free
Hop on any beat
Beating new mcs
Trying be
Showing their skills
But they ain’t rap thrills
They rapping fake grills
And fake guns
I think it’s funny
They flaunting money
They borrowed
From the bank
Me I say it
How it is
I’m broke and young
Tryna get rich
By writing poems
Even if they dope dumb
I’ll be recording every week
Shooting videos in the street
Putting out release release
Until my fan count hits
6 digits
Then start to tour
Your after your
Performing galore
Til it feels like a chore
And I start to get bored
Investment time
Here comes trent
I’ma own my own stores
I’m sell my own scents
My profits
Will exponentially augment
August to august
Won’t be no stopping
This hot man
So watch what you say
Don’t anger me
You don’t wanna play
With me in the game
Less I’m on your team
I’m just teasing
Wait..
No I’m not
Cause I’m just too hot
To let you cool my spot
Spectacularly surpassing
Mumble dweebs
Digging holes
At the murder scenes
In the murk
Leave em buried
Six feet deep
I gotta smirk
As they wake
And suddenly try to breath
Realize their fate
It’s my day to day
To put em in their place
Serve em plates
With dessert
Colder than
An arctic desert
What’s that called
Oh yeah revenge
Ladies tend
To think I’d forget
How they treated trent
They can go bent
Breast won’t let me accept
How you said I was swept
Away with ideas I’d play
My music for a bunch of fans
Now I’m on my way
So tell my hand
How trent is bland
Nah don’t talk
Just can it
Your fat lips
Need a zip
You don’t think so
Well bite me
I glow as I flow
In miraculously
Rows of lines
Writing in rhymes
At a pace that Einstein
Couldn’t calculate
I’m the immaculate
Imbalance
The games been missing
Not missing in the sense
I haven’t been here
Nah just missing
In the sense
I haven’t been heard
So hurry up and listen
My lisp is lame
Is what they’ve mentioned
But I’m proud of it
When I spit
It’s apart of my
Signature finish
So go head
Hit me
With your best dish
Aw shit I mean’t diss