"Gunplay Wordplay"

The hand that I write these bars wit', also has the trigger finger
A hair trigger, itchin' like a case of Seborrheic Dermatitis
Ready to unload on those who slander
Reprimand 'em wit' a fully loaded clip
That's 16, an' this the 5th bullet
The 6th bullet, comin' right behind it
Chompin' at ya' ear like Evander's, 'fore I can finish the rhyme scheme
That I started, it's goin' R-R-R-R-R-RAT!
That gun sound's retarded
Hollowtip rounds that be rockin' them Special Ed helmets
While you niggaz out here goin' dumb wit' the dummy rounds
So inert, when you burst, I hear tummy sounds
An' I don't mean that Thompson sub-machine
Assumptions of what I mean, get you crushed up in between
The bars that come out in succession, I succeed in firin'
Another after another wit' no signs of expirin'
Give these fools a L, like a 50-round drum
Deliver dudes to Hell, they like "Really? How come?"
You know you weren't a angel, all that dirt that you did
Had enough to bury you under, less work for the kid
I'm pretty docile, in my e'ryday life
Humble wit' a closed mouth, unless I'm on that mic
One of the illest to do it, always prove it
Stick my dick into these tracks, bussin' nuts of blazin' music
An' it's never too hype, my homies blazin' to it
Keep it lit like Khalifa an' Andretti
You not ready for Eddie to go off, like police abusin' power
Black lives that didn't matter to that propellant an' gunpowder
Hands up, don't shoot
You niggaz gettin' loud, but ya' guns on mute
An' when I talk about guns, I'm talkin' 'bout rhymes
An' y'alls ain't got a streak of shit on none of mine
Yeah, follow me as I spit this fanatical fiasco
Of firearm similes an' metaphors in my ammo
Respect to Nickel 9, I hope I did this justice
Heard the drums an' melody, then rhymes started rushin'
To the forefront of my brain, so I'm fully focused
No hocus, I'm that dope; none of my peers can come close
It's - somethin' magnificent, that happens wit' my written shit
May borrow some lines, but never on no bitten shit
I am not a shark, that is forbidden shit
But niggaz might be comin' after me like I'm the Black Ian Ziering
You are hearing "Bars From The Kid, Volume Two"
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