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Poppin' (KSI Challenge)

 

Poppin' (KSI Challenge)


Quarantine season baby...
Make rap great again, unh

Unh! This a job, it's not a hobby
Demogorgon on the mic when I'm recording
Catch a body like the Saudis
Take the shorty in the lobby, yeah
But stranger things have happened
So fuck making a milli, Bobby
Brown knows, no love to Lil Yachty
Fuck a Lil Boat, I don't sail on rivers, no kayaks
Got a bigger flow, tidal wave
Could kill a whole island
Like a village down in Sicily when hit with some violence
Yeah, fuck making a milli
When I'd rather make a billi, no Eilish
So fly, I don't need a co-pilot
Call me Besos 'cause I prime deliver every damn rhyme
To my fans like the Amazon buyers

But I'm in the crib like Babadook
'Cause we could take this shit outback, no kangaroo
If you doubt that, envy's turning ya'll green
Looking like they hulk smash
Baby boo, the referee ain't saving you
Ya'll about to fucking take an L and cry about it like Logan Paul
On pay per view

I don't really think it's gonna be too fucking difficult
To kill a flow, 'cause every time I work up in the studio
And spit it like a missile, then obliterate another one of
The critics who was thinking I wasn't gonna be the only one
To win it, though the minimal amount
I wanna spit in, is equivalent to what I'm gonna do
When I get up and do the fucking inner workings of Illuminati
I don't really got a human body, oh my god, I think I'm dying
I'm a virus energetic, where I always gotta get a little tired
When I'm in quarantine
Hoarding all the toilet paper, thinking it could get a little violent
But I don't really care because I'm never gonna let it get me scared
Up in a second, I'm an American
Got a Barrett 50, Gat, I bear an AK-47, MAC-11
Pistol whip a motherfucker in the head
I be killing motherfuckers who was talking like I'm never gonna make it
To the pinnacle!
I swear to god I'm never gonna quit it
Til' I make it to a fucking billion, even then I gotta elevate
I never slow momentum, I disintegrate
Anyone who was thinking I wasn't gonna be the head of state
I penetrated into the game like it's emanation
When I demonstrate a little bit, you could prolly never emulate
But then again it's never been a race
Until I enter the mental state of a cheetah when I speed up
And I'm running like Adidas
I be leaving everybody on the track while I be laughing
I be rapping faster than aa fucking rocket from in NASA
When I blast off into the fucking universe
I'm quicker than the speed of light
I do the verse, when on the mic I'm kinda like a satellite
I orbit insubordinate, to battle then I send 'em to the morgue
I ain't even gonna relent, yeah
I'm mentally a weapon, I be murdering opponents
So someone call the medic need to get him anesthetic
And I think I got a headache 'cause you motherfuckers are menaces
Then again I never been a friend of an enemy
I'd rather be adamantly Vendetta in the Chesapeake
When I shred a beat with a head of steam
I don't think it's possible to be matching my energy
You would think I was off an amphetamine
When I be ripping a rap impeccably
With sedative rappers who rapping off of the Ketamine
Seventy times better than the jealous men who envy me
You will never be ahead of me, ya'll bet that I be the illest
When I'm killing every syllable with not even no evidence available
Not even a fucking molecule, I doodled on a follicle
I don't follow nobody, I'm 'bout to go "Geronimo!"
And drop an atomic bomb on Osaka now so adios
Audio slaughtering everybody, yeah they gotta go to the catacomb
I put 'em in a coma then I get 'em on a ventilator
Like it was Corona!
Skrrt!

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