One Vizun - Frank Sir Racha

I did it
My way and put it on everything I'm Frank Sir Racha
I am not one of these rap imposters
I black on purpose like I was born to do it
I am the embalming fluid through the veins of
Call it ruthless, but this shit is too easy
Let my Soul-GLO when I do em too greasy
Got to the cheddar then I blew cheese freely
I don't see nobody with the energy like V... please
Them punches they're throwing are not tough enough nope
I'll line these cats, hit em with a tiger uppercut
Line these cats up, someone call a barber up
Line these cats I'm the mane here Sho Nuff sho nuff
One is enough no need to double up nope
Every line over their heads. We're playing Double Dutch
Put my foot down and made a change I'm the fuckin clutch
Now I'm stuck in 5th and I ain't stopping till my run is up

You fought well
We are all
We are all
We are all ready to win
To win

Who wanna step up I body their flow
Wait... I lay em down (what) body their flo'
Never wanna rap again say goodbye to their flow
Probably the embodiment of somebody that I bodied before
They're gonna drown in a pool of their own blood
Show up with heavy metal let the bodies hit the flo
I'm nice around the mic yeah I'm Scotty with the nose Pippen
Am I trying to be the goat, or a prodigy of hope? Listen
This is my legacy here. I ain't got a seed to grow
I ain't got a little boy or girl that I could leave some dough
But I'm stopping anybody who'll try stopping V's approach
See them headlights coming? Yup I'm stopping your dough
One Vizun aim for the game through a modified scope
Coordinate the attack and watch em die slow
Cause I ain't eat enough so I'm camouflaged creeping up
Hunting season. Imma take my shot and keep it a buck what

It is
It is not the art
Combat
Combat
It is not
It is not the art
But the combat that you enjoy

I stay on my B.I.G. shit dumping on you bitches so let's get it straight
I'm the Wallace in the booth in a bigger way a B.I.G. way
I'm only here to say goodbye to you haters
Once they hear me on the mic they won't rock with you later
I'm here to get a plate yeah is my kind of flavour
They're here to imitate. A shame they wanna sign you fakers shame
How do I meditate just to take out my rival later how
By rolling up the devil's lettuce in Bible paper wow
It's the obvious truth yeah I Popped up out of
Nowhere like the locker scene with Pac in Juice And that's my cue
To hop in the booth and put my damn heart in it
The beats through my arteries melody through my cartilage
Lay down a soft flow like it's carpeted
Ain't nobody fuckin with these bars so monogamous
Gotta make it constipated what try to be the hardest shit
Yeah I told you all from the very start of it I'm
Frank Sir Racha

Your style is unorthodox

Written by:
Robert Mckinney

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