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Vin Jay

Beast Unleashed 3

 

Beast Unleashed 3

(album: Prophecy - 2020)


Yeah, Beast Unleashed 3
We had to make this shit a trilogy
I say we, I say we pick it up where we started this shit

Yeah, the Beast's unleashed
Whole clique dope with the east side brief
Everybody wonder when I reach my peak
'Cause the bars and the hooks and the beats by me
Been a one man band like Russ
Never get a hand out, I don't want a crutch
Only get better with each record I touch
Ya'll finna get swept, gon' put 'em in the dust
Yeah, been rolling with a gang of thieves
So face the Beast, drum'll get your face to bleed
You can't compete, I do it seven days a week
I get riled up every time I taste defeat
But I'm a stampede coming and I can't be stopped
And the damn beats 'bout to make the rap scene hot
But the feds be looking at the bands we got
But they can't eat, bitch, I got the pantry locked
I'ma roast you, feeling like Goku
Said I'd be the one ya'll won't ever be close to
Know that I'm winning but never know what I been going through
Really wanna come up in the game? Let me coach you
Look, now they wonder when the trouble stop
But I'ma fuck the game until the rubber pop
You need a Mac-11 to make the youngin drop
But take a hundred shots at the young juggernaut
Been up the grind, ya'll gon' respect it
Put in all the work while these hoes are flexing
Spit like I got a fucking throat infection
Get up under ya'll skin, no dope injection, ugh
And it's all from the passion
Ain't overnight, got a decade of practice
Do what I love for a living and stacking
Ya'll can keep paying and I'm feeling fantastic, yeah
Running down anyone who got the nerve
To go against me, finna make 'em bite the curb
Devise the words that everybody find absurd
I'm Heisenberg, I kill 'em in a violent purge
Ain't no debate that I been on the streak
Ya'll don't even get a minute to breathe
A butcher, I come and deliver the beef
And body them all, mission complete
NY living, never repped the West
I broke into the game and I left it messy
Better step, corrected, get a vest to protect your chest
You bitch ass ever checked a check?
And I'm an icon ticking like a time bomb
Give me that mic, I'ma grip it like a python
Flow too cold so I never got ice on
Put him in a booth, I'll be going all night long
Fuck it, I'm 'bout to develop a strategy
Give me the beat and get ready for battery
Bitches talking but they never could battle me
Ya'll don't got the fucking mental capacity
All my enemies are gon' surrender
Two vs one, kill both contenders
Young king, 'bout to him 'em with the golden scepter
Got love for the game and I'm gon' protect her
Know we truly the illest
Making a lane and my crew be committed
Fuck all you haters, I'm through with you bitches
I send 'em to Hell, don't care who be religious
Vin 'bout to raise like [?]
But he came in the game and they payed him in full
Trying to play with the game like wrangling bulls
Ya'll lame, get drained by the fangs of the wolves
"Yo Vin, what you ought'a do
Is get a label and take what they offer you
And make tracks for the club with the auto-tune
I swear to God, in no time you'll be balling dude
But that lyrical rapping just ain't gon' cut it
Do it all day, but you make no budget"
Anybody making hits in the game gon' run it
But I never been in it for the fame so fuck it
J-j-just watch, your lucks 'bout to change
Get a wack rapper roughed out the game
Young werewolf, finna bust out the cage
I mean, look at all the blood that runs down my face
Flow sound like a fucking AK
Ya'll fall off a track like a runaway train
Even if I go broke, and I'm gonna maintain
Fuck that, woke up, it's another payday
On a roll and I been dropping wisdom
Young optimist, I been in prime condition
I'm the fucking father of my competition
Ain't nobody rapping without my permission
Ya'll average at best, don't brag, but I'm next
Young rockstar, finna put tats on my neck
Go play my tape, [?] rap [?] depressed
I'ma be the best out even after my death
Know it's just the beginning
Decade of grinding, I broke in the business
Aim for the top, I got lethal precision
Ain't none of you leaving in stable condition
Look, know it's just the beginning
Decade of grinding, I broke in the business
Aim for the top, I got lethal precision
Ain't none of you leaving in stable condition
Bitch!

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