The Refill

Lyrics
[Verse 1] Before you judge me, you might need a better jury Real recognize real and you looking blurry You ain't verified, my flow is clarified You a parasite but I terminate pest asides So just step aside, when I come through Run through your dojo, you ain't seeing my kung fu Got enlightened by the heavens Tongue sharper than Wolverine, better marvel in my presence North Carolina proud, [?] villain [?] killing every instrumental, guess I'm penicillin To reduce the pain, see I bruised the game Shooting words, never lose my aim and Who you claim is better? tell 'em see me Why I do it with ease? 'cause it's easy Looking at my life in reverse, it's my gift and my curse Bag the baddest females like a Amherst [Chorus, SkyBlew & JuBee] Y'all fly but we flier And we heard y'all songs and we tired Y'all music suck, retire I'ma raise the bar so reach higher Y'all boys not ill, here's your refill (x3) Y'all boys ain't ill, here's your refill [Verse 2, JuBee] And I ain't even one for complaining Boy, you ain't ill, all your shots updated At one point in the past, the tip top was majors Now it's indie like the lost ark, no raiders Harsh like Marlboro Red full flavor Crash like cymbal, even with mash like Kimbo I'll take you back like rentals Hip-hop, the road less traveled, oh I had a dream that the fake sh*t had faded out Your song a stripper, everybody screaming "take it off" With paper it may make you think you making something valuable But cut that out, old coupon a** rapper you It's so funny when I see people react to you So hide your face like your neck was retractable Huh, now put your CD on a catapult Now you got fly sh*t, I deserve a thank you note [Chorus] Y'all fly but we flier And we heard y'all songs and we tired Y'all music suck, retire I'ma raise the bar so reach higher Y'all boys not ill, here's your refill (x3) Y'all boys ain't ill, here's your refill [Verse 3] Stacking up my property, Monopoly avenue When I rock stages, they feel sorry for who's after Blew Local rappers running 'round [?] Thinking they dope, somebody need to give 'em a rope And they hopes up to dry, they ain't dope as Sky 'cause I Be the anti egotistical guys Sometimes you get fed up So I be writing them rhymes that be shaping they head up like a edge up Losing a battle I should be winning Sleeping on me 'til I come and snatch 'em out of they linen I run and go farther, so I made the flow darker I'm all over the web like Peter Parker So don't bother me Even when I stop rapping, my words continue like apostrophe You're not confident and excuse the miscues But excuses are tools of the incompetent [Chorus] Y'all fly but we flier And we heard y'all songs and we tired Y'all music suck, retire I'ma raise the bar so reach higher Y'all boys not ill, here's your refill (x3) Y'all boys ain't ill, here's your refill
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Credits
- Writers
- JUBEE
- Mario Farrow