Codeseven - Test Me (feat. Whitney Peyton)

I start slow and I build to something
Got an ominous flow you can feel it coming
The heat wave when I spit flames will displace
The very same breath that you fill your lungs with
One take no need to punch in
I rely on my bars and the beat to bludgeon your eardrums
When the fear comes it'll leave you entirely to weak to function
Test me you gonn find out who the best be
On stage marshalling my art like I'm Jet Li
Deadly putting so much salt into my scrolls
You'll be thinking that you're floating in the dead sea
I'ma knock you into next week
I run this game you ain't nothing but an npc
And these bars can be a bit of a pain to de liver like Hep C
Everybody calling me a bottom feeder every single night I bought a liter of vodka
Totter teeter
I hit up Whitney and I got a feature
Now we both give it gas putting miles on the odd o meter
It's pronounced Odometer man you're dumb
I'm just barely getting warmed up it's only verse one
Plus I got an aversion to the version of events recently rattling off of your tongue
I'm so sick of this I'm the baddest overly dramatic
Totally combative bull shit
That mindset is a nuisance
So you better make way for the new kid
A ruthless and abusive dude with huge fists
Who spits more flame based on how enraged his mood gets
Till they awestruck saying
Yo seven those vocals too crisp
I ain't even begun to let loose
These bars have a mind of they own like a clone from a test tube
I got a lot to attend to
I'll leave you dead from redrum in the bedroom
Oh shit it bled through the floor boards
Now for sure I gotta go and dispatch the recluse who lives downstairs
What's that your brother was on the phone Guess I gotta kill them too
Good thing I got a murderous flow
It's revenge and I'm serving it cold
A disturbing impulse
Determined to grow to a permanent fixture
Till the wording implodes
Kick stones ever heard of Rick Roll
Well I'm never gonna let you down on me when I leave the gym
Dirty dick joke
But as soon as I wash up my girlie gets choked
Damn straight in the rap game I'm a magnate
Track flames and the fans can't wait
That's fate
Music playing in they man cave
They keep tryna rip it off quick like they would a band-aid
I be tearing up the booth like I'm in a mad rage
And I'm dropping these bars like a verbal cascade
So I'm hitting that stage on a rampage though I'm 38
God damn you look good at that age
Facts
No doubt you can quit debating
Got the sound that them other rap kids be hating
They misbehaving 'cause they see how I break all the rules when I flow
And they just relating
I got one goal evisceration
But something's missing from this equation
The innovation that'll only come from the one and only Whitney Peyton
Get 'em Whit
Hold up
I could really take my time
Used to be the one couldn't get in the club
And now I never wait in lines
Never stay in lines when I paint the picture
And I ain't gonn lie my diction bigger
I'm amplified they getting bitter
But I bury that shit likes it's kitty litter
Let's Go
Test Me it could get messy
Anyone snoozing I'm pulling your bed sheets
You were too frugal paid no attention
Turning your noodle into spaghetti
That's a four course meal
Labels want me now they can't afford that deal
Should have never doubted that I'll scorch my field
Several independent records with a torch
That's Real
I forged my trail from imagination
Now my childhood neighbors are glad I made it
Cause I set the record and I set to break it
The risk was better than regret and hatred
So now you get it my back story's not glorious
Little kid I was sick of getting hit
And now I'll take my pain and make an album with it
We channel our feelings for your enjoyment
Pain is guaranteed there ain't no way to avoid it
Yeah we boil it down to a poignant sound
They eat it up treating us like soilent
But the fact is they green with envy
They empty given to extreme dissembling
So damn scared of the flows I've shared
But they blame the cold night air
For the way that they knees are trembling
I don't buy it
My songs are the only thing that I show pride in
And Whit's heading to the top of the charts
And when she takes flight I'm hoping to co-pilot
And I know that's a bit far-fetched
But I'm reaching for my dreams I need my arms stretched
And I won't stop reaching
Even if it leads me to being asleep on a park bench
Go ahead and test me
Fuck yeah
Oh my god I love it I can't wait to hear it
Ah she's gonna love it

Written by:
Codaniel Johnson, Whitney Peyton

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