YO peeps I been going through some mad shit but yo I’m a straight key ya’ll a little something to let you know me and my boy X we still some the best … we don’t need a chorus

Bus haha I got first man haha this could be bad

Bus is still one the last legends here spitting ya’ll know what you’re getting before posts
I floor most Bus’ll split your wig with rap physics I’ll make you and your whore ghost
My choir’s to boast, B’s born with ill verbal genetics to form lines like Tetris, I toast wives
I roast hides just commit suicide and ghostwrite for the YR’s like you got some post lives
Your host’s connive yo these two mc's are hip hop bulimics we’ll swallow you whole
Us two stole the show, your skills paraplegic how you move crowds sole's? Crew control
Watch us move through flows, got you questioning ya faith like female Jew’s who blow
EW NO yeah bus just said it you can quote me just remember for top textcee vote B
You note envy? You just mad cause you came up short, the pockets to your coat’s empty
What I wrote’s in me I spit so cold lyrics turn to icicles in mid air and slit throats vividly
I evoke enemies’ tendencies through this MC’s calligraphies that draft visions of bliss
Whose lyrics stand above this? You got me FACEing facts I’m the one the thug’s miss
I heard fucking slugs hiss and had projectiles hit my body as the bullets made hood songs
Even the good wrongs rights so I left my home and moved to my ivory and wood thrones
I Stood strong on beats as haters kept coming straight out the blue like police strippers
But I release snickers cause why wait? X and me? We know ya’ll can’t decease victors

Bus: don’t ask about the FACE part I’m just letting somebody know I’m thinking bout em Yo X They don’t know bro tell em how it is


Xkwisite

let this scheme-digest what is it that this life is supposed to mean when ya words are themes-at-best...
and watch ya esteem-digress as impotent minds surround that cant grasp and forsee-the-test...
lyrical morons everywhere have seemed hard on growth and it seems spittin smart is meaningless....
and my words are dreaming-less cuz the thought of not rappin just doesnt seem-to-set...
im found wit lost metaphors displaced-complexities from nothing but disgraced-perplexities...
i must have misplaced-the-next-to-me whos minds couldnt embrace-the-text-wit-ease....
lets regard-these how many more will succomb to this life that shares nothing but a hard-read...
Where monosyllabic lyricists are made into retards-please!? i will not be a part of this charred-breed...
i will break free!!!! im sure-to-last within this future where my mind as endured-the-past...
and the present was ensured-to-pass only to obscure-the-mass to forget the memory that is unsurpassed...
what others stole-to-seek is that this life means for you to dream for the loves that made ya soul-complete...
others may try to control-the-treat of illusions that combined you wit urself within its whole-retreat....
through my writing i extol-the-sheets where my story can be told-through-suites to mold-the-meek...
to show them where to hold-their-feats till they can revel in the memories that were fortold-to-me...

Bus: haha damn bro you killing it nothing but love for my peoples

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