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shadys alive 2.0 draft 2 final !
Intro:
Going down this track like lyrical mist in the rain,
Ain’t no coming back from this hit to the brain.
When did you relax? It's a scar for the insane,
Gonna shatter the line, beer batter your mind.
Hook: "Time Pocket Rocket":
I fell in, then out of a time pocket,
Damn, rocket, you can’t stop it!
I'm on top, it’s the topic,
Looped back just to recoup that profit.
New feeling on an old track,
Trying to bring the green and gold back.
Flipped it up from the down, Honda to the crown,
Push it ‘round, never backing down!
Verse 1:
Shady's alive, better get used to it, mang,
It's time for you to admit, it's like a boost to the brain.
Jumping on the track, getting loose like Lu Cain,
When I'm on the track, make sure the photo is pure pain.
And the mode is mirrored, fueled with butane and an insane,
So you better get over here, like Sub-Zero in this rang, bitch!
I'm freezing, the game acting tankish,
And it ain't never gonna be the same since.
The shit went down, no drivers avoided swerving—
Like the Hindenburg, man, still crashing.
Arrived like a terp burst was certain,
Forest incinerated, I put it out at first,
Before as an alert when zeal like lightning flash it,
Like a tray I ash in!
Verse 2:
In separate oceans, my second name’s Boris,
Most of your fake rams? Atrocious,
Cake lines and potions, like tossing dimes in the lotion,
You’re in a bind while my mind’s towing the notion.
A liner designed to ride the latest trends and waves,
A curse forming, clarifying—I’m an idea that stays.
Right now, out of form, these lines are a warning,
Come to bond you like Jason Bourne.
I’m lacing the forage like the placement’s orange,
Lines bent, face dented—now you’re sensing the torment.
In the basement of sorrow.
Verse 3:
Download the beat, rip the sound effects clean,
Voice loud in your ear, imminent, meant to dent the centerpiece.
Sitting in your seat while I handle fees like a beast,
Administer the fee to the guy that’s making heat.
Beats so fresh they leave the room on repeat,
Blazing away, yeah, content’s on deck,
Shareholders pulling out, but I’m cashing them cheques.
Sick rhymes on six spins, bumping them beats,
Six ways to flip it, watch how I proceed.
Don’t read too deep, handshake to degrees,
Illuminating facts like I cracked the vaccine.
Rap scheme slick, we maxing out this tax lean,
Laying six lines deep, so heavy with the steam.
Inevitably trapped deep in his dream.
yooo
and I'm seeping the demon's weeping dream!
keeping the images and projecting the scream!
keep vooteing
cause you aint electing a thing!
protecting the vinyl keep throwing your waxing a team
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