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In The Summer

by SyckBeat

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Breaking bread for my niggas, I'm the Jesus of the streets See this demon getting nailed while I crucify the beat, while I crucify the beat, while I crucify the beat I could sell a hundred mil while I'm spitting in repeat Cuz I be always on the playlist turning shuffle into loop That's the truth, Abe Lincoln when I'm killing in the booth You see piggies fly, I'm getting airtime like a parachute I'm an animal running the game, crash bandicoot Block hot, if a nigga want an omelet Man we live for the gold like super with the sonic Get ringed if you come after the lord like the hobbit We kill then disappear like Dr. Dre with the chronic Hook: They say they came to take our place: Not as scary Lil niggas killing pussy: Tom and Jerry Brothers in arms with Benjamin's as the adversaries Spitting daggers, feel the acid in your capillaries Max ammo, rapid fire, that's just the vocabulary Legendary titans, our bibles a dictionary Catalyst battling rappers: on the contrary No battle happens if the competition's inaginary It's the nigger with the stiff dick Missed ambition First name Ever, Last name Smith Threading metaphors, I equip well nitwit Walk a mile in my shoes, not the only misfit Stacking bodies like the U.S. census Married to the game, moneys just a mistress Fuck a collab with these niggas, no monkey business Eat your heart out, Sub Z will wash the dishes I'm going after all these niggas like Missouri cops Pussies never held a job but they quick to grip a glock None of ya'll make a move, Rosa Parks They couldn't ride a minute in my train of thought Watch, I roll x's and o's Keep my wrist cold like an eskimo Tryna stop me on that gas like Texaco Then you can get ticked off like a metronome Add less sense than a meter when the maid is gone Penny for your thoughts, it ain't worth the cost I'm a god, any barrage is a massage 4 shots, no biggie, like you're killing me smalls They got a problem for every bottle of beer on the wall I got an Audi for every rotten career that I've caused I put the ass in assault like Nicki Minaj Crash your record label and shoot up anybody involved While they're chasing fame like they're Kevin Bacon I'll be yanking chains like the emancipation proclamation Break creations, I'm underrated like younger Satan Changing famous locations to match to my destination I'm Ronald Reagan patiently taking donations Like any nation that's hating can brace for extermination Evacuate your estates and just wait for the infiltration And contemplate the mistake that you ever fucked with the greatest
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A summer compilation album featuring electronic dance songs, pop songs, acoustic songs, hip-hop songs, & remixes to celebrate the summer of 2015.

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released August 1, 2015

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SyckBeat Houston, Texas

An unsigned Houstonian music producer.

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