Loquacious - BitterSweet Triumph

Here that nigga go again name we can barely pronounce
He always dropping music they cant even keep count
A dime ain't enough i think i need me an ounce
These rhymes getting tough don't think they wanna go rounds 
If so this is round 4 you barely was around for
The last three i dropped soared nigga check the score board
I'm so bored with these nowadays rappers
Not on the same page Fam i'm on the fourth chapter
Feel the heat from the team, they cant handle the steam
I dismantle yo hopes ,and gave reality to dreams
Frank lucas blue magic to these fuckin fiends
Once its in yo system bet you wont believe
The two letters theres none better so kno better
The words murder, the beat slaughter we so cleaver
This c4 detonate and increase the pressure
Watch the ruler you weak boys just don't measure
You featherweight against this heavyweight
You niggas running out of lines i think you need a break
The flood wont stop watch close how the dam breaks
This nigga here is so hard to contain
They calling this a comeback, when i aint never left shit
They thinking ima student and stupid for tryna test this
They aint aiming at me nah them dudes aint confident
Lucky lefty serving left handed compliments
Don't fuck around with the shut em downs
Gravity cant explain all these up and downs
I guess ill be blame for this new sound
Stare hard and go blind tryna watch the crown
Hard to figure watch a buddy go reckless
Busting on her chest gon call that shit a necklace
The words too much, assault with a deadly weapon
No square in my circle so you niggas cant step in
These niggas mad i come consistently
The epitome of rap hear how they mention me
Shitting on these niggas so persistently
The boy flow be the gift, no Christmas tree

Written by:
Chris Pollard

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