Vow of Silence - Wolfi G. (Best Unsigned Rapper)

Track: Shook Ones pt. II by Mobb Deep

[lyrics]
You used to lift my soul up
I don't know what happened;
like rappin has made you ill or something
My tongue touching the tip of the reason that I won't leave,
I'm buggin', but cousin I gotta a lotta reasons to bleed.
I see a mistake, perfection's escaping me
and heaven's forever hating me. Fame's a matter of latency
patiently waiting like a pregnancy,
lames better make like a vacancy and sign out

No doubt, realest thing you ever heard, killing every other verb
Got them fiends looking like they girl is a post-op
Won't stop, got the game in a leg-lock
I'm a still preserve the beauty of HIP-HOP
The problem is you thought you knew me, but yours truly
will surprise you and hit you lyrically like elzhi

Listen to my heartbeat, we're hardly of the same caliber
equipped with a silencer, so bow to your highness or
I'll show you why they "stopped the violence"
no longer bout lyrical talent, but equivocal valence
now tell me, how is that in spirit of how far we done came
I'm tryna move a nation you just tryna move some cane

I don't even care how lavish you live
never fall to you, I don't know what gravity is.
So just before you try and get back at the kid
I snap, then you learn how much fuckin' havoc he is
here to protect hip-hop, I got the bars to prove it
wanna arm wrestle for it, got the arms to do it
harm, I'll do it to any cat, ya'll is foolish
droppin knowledge like bombs, up in arms for music

compliment the accomplishment
cause all I do is spit conscious shit, you non-sense
always talking bout rocks and rims
I got it like locked gems, the needle drops, then I phase in, blazin'
I'm days in as a rap liaison,
and I'm already mad cats napping like "ey man, wake up!"
so much of this noise in the streets
that the beats gettin swallowed up... I'm finna follow up

I'm a suburb kid, yet and still hardest nigga here
I could write a love song and with the same hand grip you in fear
Talkin to a man that they never hear
less he overstand
you hear my words ring out like a hollow spent
hanging from the gallows, swinging gavels, I'm a rebel man
when it comes to battle I'm a militant
The rest of ya'll soulja boys
Expendable in war, like broken toys
We'll never be equal cause my stand's for the people
whack niggas get hit with this mixtape sequel

Close yo casket up with a ratchet son
Tryna battle me, you in the wrong bracket son
I send shots that'll leave you in my attic son
So get lost, for it cost you a matchin lung

These niggas lyin tellin' rap's easy
a couple macs, couple nines, on the track with a dime
in the video but really though they shit don't rhyme
I ain't a gangster, but I stay behind bars, doin serious time

Do the math 'fore your number get crunched
I eat enemy emcees; breakfast, dinner and lunch
you raggedy chumps, we battle your anatomy will sadly be trumped
and dumped in back allies of slums, "mum's" the word

I slang these verbs to prove my worth
You think I'm not
you're either whack or you're corny, jerk

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[jordancollector32]

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[kuroiwolf]

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