Coleon wrote: A key'd up joint sequel to 2nd Place KO
*Yesterday*
Solace wrote:
yeah cole sent me his verse like earlier today, morning-ish.
It’s a keystyle… right saying your gonna spit Ether sorry bro
You gotta know, in order to do that have to spit some audio,
Dog my flow but wont even touch a mic, what happened to you
Drop out when it was more than text when you’re battlin Zu.
Colossus rhymes, coleon scared wont cross my lines
Punches off the clock I must have lost the time.
Cock and wind, box fighters and block his mind
Actin big against Spyder this writer will get sodomized.
Y’all stop n cry, I jet around these tracks like a race car
Im the only key needed for text like the space bar.
I stay sharp like a tack angered like you feedin me rage
While you edit all your shit like a wikipedia page.
I diss you in back masks cause I “counter clocks wise”
You not high, just think green gets you goin like Pop Eye
Do not try, your vocab is miniscule tryin to get with me now
Every line subliminal just to stupid to figure it out.
Aint even in the top three listen kid you not me
Simon says treat you like William Hung how you “off keys”
Damn right you murder a rhyme and crash text
See you with a mic is like insomniac with a mattress.
My bars sick, claws hit keep dogs obedient with the fire
Stand up I “lock” this comedian down, Richard Pryor.
Spit with lighter Dead aim in this text game
makin this “pussies stick-up” like a sex change.
Rhymes penetrate claimin you a renegade
But you only talk straight when you back track… Desiree.
You been afraid but still braggin that your shits tight
When im the one who raise hands here like midnight
Slurred speech cant spit right, shit you past choke
You fail dog your whole drop was based on fat jokes.
Im super and smash bros, your ass is expendable
Fell out the group knowin you cant pass as a general
I expect it full, and only got some petty drops
Said hes top, im the magic bullet like Kennedy shots.
I get red and he pops, fabricatin sick like a fever
Funny cause I don’t think Grave Dancers want you either
Just halt your speakers iller than anything you seen in life before
Your heart stop got your drops on fuckin life support.
Sure you don’t have speech impediment now, heres a note
It’s a little easier to talk without Strictt’s dick down ya throat.
