last man standing

Artist: Pasty
www.soundclick.com/pastyva
Ayo its quarter brick half a brick, quarter pound half a pound/
U can call it Gucci weight, thats the shit I pass around
Hit u like a pit bull, but me im never backin down
So I be in the booth until the fuckin passes out
U can say im underground, I aint on the surface yet
I be on the word play, I aint even workin yet
see ima make it hurt until there beggin for a percocett
circumvent the industry and freak it like a circus tent
never worried bout the haters and the non believers
so I try to stay away from all the condalisas
and from the petty hos that only wanna cop a visa
i rcok to ether why I twist me up a bob of reefer
and I dont need a hook, hov didnt so im gon spit it
til the globes spinnin like the bottle of patrons finished
so vivid wit the flow
and I smoke like the stove in ure kitchen when tis broke
lets go, I dont ever need an interlude
ever need an interview
i dont need the hype to gas me up like im inner tube
cuz the syllables in lyrics I deliver u
Cripple u in critical conditions with a listen through
So even if u wanted after bumpin jus a minute to
My shit u couldnt conjure up the strength to ever skip it through
So its the sign that the industry should recognition
The revolution will be televised and every set of eyes
will finally gather to the rap battle natural
sell shit for capital an hour for the capital
and im an animal chasin after altitude
im out the roof so im sorr yi look down on u
not conceited but im speaking like a genius
2000 used to work battle threads like a seamstress
Now im on the mic and btich I hold it like I secrect
That I keepin, even if Guantanamo was tryna beat it
From my soul and im leakin on the floor
Ill be speakin, out my demons to the public
til there fiendin for the substance
til they need it and they love it, and they eat up every fuckin
thing I say even if I diss the rappers they grew up with up
becuz the flames that I create are from environments of fireman
u would need the water in the niles bends
to ever slow all the doe ima pile in
cuz any fetish that u have developed im supplyin it
its in my veins, in my brains, its inside the kid
so the music from the chest like a violin
and I spit wit the force behind a Heimlich
its just my medication so u mite encounter side effects
uncontrollable noddin, ear drums swollen and trobbin
yea the boy is a problem
even gone of the afghan cabbage
but the boy in a battle n im the last man standing

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• pasty
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[Dragonskillable]

the musik is very good. i like it