Bingx - Homicide Official Video
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LYRICS :
Switch lanes never inane,
Head a bit vain,
This thang,
Got a Big brain in it,
Disdain,
For these Mitch bade,
Little pricks,
When they list names
Refrain,
Fore I’m estranged with it,
Ah,
Dang,
Bit,
Crazy,
I’m Dick,
Cheney,
Small role,
doing big Thangs,
Fuck a list,
Label,
Moniker nickname,
No commoner shit bitch,
I’m a god up in this game,
And my pen is goated,
Anecdotal,
I’m innovative,
My zen is focus,
I’m an addict dosin on,
Stimulation through lettered opus,
Energizing my mental potency,
been in motion,
All while exercising my inner poet,
And I don’t like many y’all rappers,
Either talk shit or you say i got talent,
Like I ain’t worked to be so dynamic,
Still ain’t seen one of y’all raise no challenge,
Still runnin that mouth go figure,
Got em all scared like ooo,
Bingx got all y’all triggered,
Tell me little suntin bouchu,
Tell em I’ll pull up outside, outside,
Right now. Right now,
What’s Gucci?
Mah fucker like when where?
What’s good?
Let’s go,
I ain’t trippin off who,
Shit,
I’m a top tier,
A List rapper,
Bitch better get it right,
You against me? Ha,
That’s real laughter,
Tell em just pick a time.
Mmm,
People they be so average,
Put em on a beat,
And they seem so sav,
Indigo child man I think so fast that,
I could freestyle prolly beat yo ass,
Can’t be a chief when ya be so passive,
Everybody think they the king,
No cap,
But you gotta believe in the things you rappin,
Other wise Bingx fina eat yo ass,
Pause....
Tell em all get away from my johnson,
Y’all have went n created a monster,
like Frankenstein,
The pain entwined,
Just gave him spine,
A brain combined,
The greatest minds,
To grace a rhyme,
To claim as mine,
Embrace the mic,
A little bass I became divine,
I been un.....
Stoppable,
Through any obstracle,
The astronomical one,
I’m a star via audio,
Thoughts So methodical,
Y’all so myopic,
You rot in the sun,
Mm,
You Prodigal sons....
Like time been giving to you all,
But you just profligate,
And I really should mind my business,
But I’m pissed that,
You’re allowed to propagate,
Like ah,
New generation of losers,
Y’all are just tainting the youth,
Nothin but wasteful consumers,
Takers and haters and users,
Y’all just maintain as Uncouth,
This ain’t a game boy your brain computer,
It can be trained to compute,
Focus your aim on the future,
Or just Remain the accuser,
No one to blame except you,
Lemme give you an example,
You check an app to decide you’re at,
Theres People that spend a whole lot to look rich,
While there’s people like me that would fight to have half,
Or others have been out the ghetto a decade,
But seem to revere every crime in the past,
And plenty y’all Famous,
A million followers,
Most of them kids and they idolize that,
Bitch,
You the...
Problem, and you know that shit,
That’s hoe ass shit,
The soul never grow back quick,
I bet you even thought about it,
When you wrote that shit,
You post that pic,
And people fina quote that shit,
And now we livin in a day and age,
Where it’s lame to state what you think,
Being smart is some bold ass shit,
Got No skills or career,
Just doing stupid shit while yelling worldstar,
Till they post that shit,
Ahhh,
Inert hoes still processing it,
Need to get you a circle without gossip in it,
Maybe talk a minute with god,
Get your thoughts up in it,
I’m not for limits,
Or tossin shit in,
I’m pot committed,
I’m all in,
Mah fuckers ain’t callin,
Bitch gang they stallin,
Never let em be a-pollen
And I’m so polished I could lose it all still ballin,
Whoa,
And I still ain’t got a thing in my wallet,
But I’m fina keep evolving,
And the Swag been on fleek,
Finesse game on drip,
Mah fucker so deep you could fall in,
Slick-A,
Slick-A,
Slick-A,
Slim shady with it,
I’m pasty,
That race thing,
Never phased me did it,
Amazing with it,
Awake with a brazen vision,
Ain’t afraid of all You little Fugazi bitches,
You squaring off against me,
You starting off with a Big L,
Almost like Jay Z did it,
Fuck a nay sayer,
I keep shit in motion,
Its clear as say that you can’t fuck with me,
You can bet Ima leave em battered bruised and broken,
And you can,
Count on that shit like 1, 2, 3 yeah,
1, 2, 3,
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