[Verse 1] Im just a teenager, prepared to be major Across the globe, but Ill leave that for later These haters on Vine make my nine Make my day and write my lines Hes hot like iron, hes got variety Wanna worship God? Youre hearing the Diety Lyrically gunning, Youre squinting, Im punching The truth is sinking like a dead duckling Try to figure my lyrics out Just a kid but Ill trigger you down Rhymes with vigour, into the town So Allow me to hit the music and pound it With five rounds of live ammunition Rhymes so hot and straight out of the kitchen Its like a rhyme picnic, if its karate, I kick it And if its a diss battle, Ill tell them to stick it [Chorus] Hit that word and stanza Hit that verse with anger Hit that, load a Glock Hit that prose and hook Beat that to Atlanta Back and then go berzerk Hit that word and stanza Hit that verse with anger Hit that, load a Glock Hit that prose and hook Beat that to Atlanta Back and then hit that [Verse 2] Like a full blown battle, my rhymes are hectic So shield from arrows, before youre necks hit Rhymes are hellish like a cemetery Rhymes so epic, theyre legendary And nothing can stop me When Im in the zone No one can not see from my tone That I am the tower, rhymes have the power To push you off the top of the building so cower Howler of stanzas, chapters and phrases Making hazes, distributing them To nerds and Pagans, Asians, Curds and maidens On every occasion I flow so steady, its amazing Light up the stage, when Im on it Its hailing Word after word Bullets, Im aiming with a sniper Rhymes fly like a kite You know youre wrong, and Im right [Chorus] Hit that word and stanza Hit that verse with anger Hit that, load a Glock Hit that prose and hook Beat that to Atlanta Back and then go berzerk Hit that word and stanza Hit that verse with anger Hit that, load a Glock Hit that prose and hook Beat that to Atlanta Back and then hit that [Verse 3] Thoughts travel like a rock and grim like the reaper So put me on your dock and play me out your speaker In your ear canal, hit the spot This is typical of him, rhymes are shot Out of a Glock I now have a job And thats to rhyme till my heart stops [Cough x2] Need to go to the doctor Rhymes so hot that I got burned Oh, I did that, mishap is caused Tic tac toe, I bring that flow To the audio with a ball of dough In order to throw it at your faces Back to the beginning, back to basics Whos the shit? Youd better face it Once Ive punched, you get a facelift Knuckles in mouth Youre gonna taste this [Chorus] Hit that word and stanza Hit that verse with anger Hit that, load a Glock Hit that prose and hook Beat that to Atlanta Back and then go berzerk Hit that word and stanza Hit that verse with anger Hit that, load a Glock Hit that prose and hook Beat that to Atlanta Back and then hit that
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