Beast On The Mic

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Brad Strut - Rap

Beast On The Mic

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[Intro: DJ Scratches - Cuts by Big Zed] My rap attacks the beat [Verse 1] Derelict planets motion quickens, most are sickened They cannot fathom, boa-constrcted I lift lids, fuck a victim this bids underwritten And overseen cause my tongue's the lynchpin My nova dreams in this dark reality I'm a devoted fiend in the art of battling daily Grinds turn into a lifetime of misery Eighty nine infected, had an epiphany I'm runnin' literally, caught up on an escalator In reverse pervert investigators I heard you rest with traitors and pulling all stops In trouble, you would call cops for some morе props A bald penetrator, it calls pen to papеr Ya fall stops when it stalls with your head on pavement A sure devastator like that man Munya My hands thunder, I can stand with my head higher You dead liar, only out to ever spread fire I scan underneath a complete screening I reek of meanings, answers and questions And speak of demons, dreams and ancestors My breath festers four fours arrested Shackled in the back of a van, slap her with tackle I'm breathless like panic attacks, stress heads Manic with rap, I spat it Exact ventures, are never ending spirits, go on forever in a blender Lyrical heaven is where I send ya The epicentre of death, I rep for leisure So let it fester and set, get sex for pleasure And when I wet ya, be honoured that you got done in I'm giving dick for kicks, fucking for runners Loving it rugged, I'm raw as Romanian orphans Stuck in a cupboard hidden from tourists [Chorus: DJ Scratches - Cuts by Big Zed] A motherfucking beast on the mic My rap attacks the beat A motherfucking beast on the mic Rip when it's rhyme time A motherfucking beast on the mic My rap attacks the beat My rap attacks the beat Rip when it's rhyme time [Verse 2] Change directions, tame emotions, slain devotions Pain is staked for take overs Hate the potions, drown the sorrows, pound the bottle'o Down to crow; my sound's motto Kill the farce, spill the glass Partial to parking on barstools, laughing at heartful debacles Marvel at the way I peruse I'm a castle, getting steady wasted with crew So very harmful, haven't had any patience for you Send you a parcel, contaminated venomous brew You fucking asshole, choking on vapour and spew This is my heart and soul waiting for you, take in the view Breaking your crew, hurting ya rep, flirting with death But taking the next step and getting murdered with breath Off to a permanent rest to where the vermin are blessed Beware the curse of a pest, they inadvertent at best You better take heed to the words I'm spitting A person living, the Earth is superb at spinning My versions hitting, your verses will turn to pittance A surgeon splitting your worth, I'm alert with vision [Chorus: DJ Scratches - Cuts by Big Zed] A motherfucking beast on the mic My rap attacks the beat A motherfucking beast on the mic Rip when it's rhyme time A motherfucking beast on the mic My rap attacks the beat My rap attacks the beat Rip when it's rhyme time

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