Midnight Steel Bars

Lyrics

These man ain't microphone ready Man will get bury Draw for the semi straight for the belly lyrically heavy in a clash I'm petty have ya blood bursting out just like confetti can't grip the mic cuz your grip is sweaty I'm extreme like crime on the telly come to ya house and run up your lecky Civilian, stop trying to a play villain, ya not built for the road or built for the riddim you ain't a badman real life I'll kill 'im I’m the reason that you'll never be winnin Bare talk on the 'net, but you’re duckin’ in real life, I’ll put a hole in your pride with a steel knife keep pushing me and I might have ta steal life you ain't hard on the mic no real fight tell ya mom say a prayer, cuz her son is a runner, You’re a part-time badman, a full-time gunner But only on the Xbox, your not that upper stay in your lane don't chat don't mutter like a good boy stay in your bedroom, see you on road, turn the block into a red room. your approaching your deathsoon I don't beef kids, I'm grown I've outgrown that, your flow is shit its got that aroma give up the road man ting thats just a persona these man don't know Im a lyrical motor never drunk on lyrics I'm lyrically sober flow so solar physically colder nah your over leave you in a coma I don’t do the warnin’s an i don’t talk soft, hole in your head would knock all your thoughts off. bring shit bars to the clash I'll walk off don't you know I'm a lyrical sawn off i spit power while your spitting your weak shit your bars need levels and a remix lyrically tear this man into pieces on this mic your nothing but faeces ​dead man walkin’ a ghost in a tracksuit, come to ya crib pull up at the back route. with some pliers I would take out ya back tooth that's what ya get for trying to act like a bad yute Ya mom's on her knees, beggin’ “please, don’t take him,” he's a joke I’ll have to erase him. catch him slippin put him under the paving fuck this game my flows breathtaking I don't do back chat an I don't soft talk have something hot hit ya neck like hot sauce after that you will not walk mans tryna claim peace but I don't wanna stop war On the mic your an oddball Got bars that will make you look like a lost cause I'm swinging hard while your playin softball gimme that reload gimme that encore I don’t bark, I just punch till the bone starts snappin' I’m stepping with pressure, your ends I'm mappin' steel in the waistband never caught slackin' if I see ya on road I'm attackin' no blaggin I'll lock the mag in one two shots leave ya whole frame sagging your mans ain't backin it clip unpackin' till the mags empty full clip I'm stackin' ....I’ll turn your block to a graveyard, I spray bullets as much as I spray bars like a deep dark cave blud I stay dark you miss the mark get hit by a stray dart Your gang’s on a budget, bare poverty, You’re a meme, you’re a next man's property. Honestly I move properly come into yard with the strap armed robbery You’re a victim, a stain, your a waste of oxygen, Im the origin your fake like collagen you bottled it fakes I'm stopping em wrap you in a sheet, put u in the box you’re rottin' in. Don't scream for your friends, I'm mocking it take the mic your flopping it see them run down bars your droppin if you drop those best know I'm headshottin it your not the main plot your a side quest if you cant see bars then your gonna need an Eye test lyrics so sharp you’re gonna need a knife vest I'll strike you then ya mans I'll fight next eyes wide got eyes on the case iron sight pop couple shots in ya face I might flipmode with rhymes in ya space I'm a lyrical weapon gettin hot in the place your unknown to the mic you're nothing but a pest im blessed got bars so sick that u can't contest. ​lyrics make your bones shake cold like a snowflake. Sick with the flow make any of my foes Quake levels I rotate you've sealed your own fate You’re not ready for the smoke, like a soulmate ​you’re folding, you can’t even stand up, your flows jus like a phone when it hangs up fakes get banged up i spit like a handgun My lyrics get ‘em rattled, like an opp getting dragged up I drop bars like im serving the feens raising the levels like I'm raising degrees rearranging turf like I'm paving the street spray heat in ya face an im playin for keeps it's wild out here these lyrics I'm a drop quick find where you live come there with a lockpick your not on shit you need a hot fix you will get shot quick right in my optic your toxic fuck the malarkey i stand tall like a palm tree deep with an army fuck a shank blud I'll use a car key it's that deep so deep u can't harm me so what you talkin about allow the long chat I'll swing for ya mouth my accuracy is bad for ya health like a bullet to ya ribs make ya health go south Your not ready not ready doe standard. you'll get fractured, your flow is backward u don't really wanna get man angered trust me i'm just like hulk when I hulk smash bastards still heavy like an anchor, sick with the banter th