Dylan Paul - Anthem

I've been ripping verses Velcro
For whom the bell tolls
I've been Puma with the stealth mode
Then shooting out your cell phone
I prolly broke your headphone
My body is a temple
Body count is nimble
And I Left your girl she simple
God I love this tempo
That God flow sinful
No pop shit pimple
This Nas shit the ritual
The Illmatic playing out my physical
Got I love that album taught me how
To spit from Gotham like the riddler do
I've Gone through a pen or two
I'm sniffing up the chemicals
The Bong rip and sipping and brews
Get me to the pinnacle
I'm calm feeling spiritual then
Hit the mic and kill a few
Killer fumes, witness you
End up laying critical

Yeah this the B O double B Y D
I'm the hottest to the scene
A problem on the beat
This the anthem this the heat
Like I'm Bron with the 6 go tee
Game 6 45 15 I don't blink uhh
Yeah this the B O double B Y D
I'm the hottest to the scene
A problem on the beat
This the anthem this the heat
Like I'm Bron with the 6 go tee
Game 6 45 15 I don't blink uhh

But I'm running out of tangents
Ability abandoned
I'm coming back to court though
The judge to these stanzas
The Sentences I'm handing
Is life with no chance of light
Apprenticeship to Kendrick
That type that'll hit the high
Power with the west
I been the powder to your death
I'm the tower to the heavens
I've been Everest with the steps
Step I step up
I been the best one
That thumbnail step sister shit
Flow caress ya inject ya
Run up in the building
Feel like A$AP Ferg
Got some tunnels vision feelings
Like a bullet that'll merk
Baby call me sir got me slurred up
Left hand write the sermon
Yeah I'm Huffing up these fumes from this funeral
It funny how's these dudes run a fued
Off a few fuck yous on a track
Back to back win a Grammy though
Damn
And Kanye west got a billy bro
Yeah I Fuck with that tactic
Go Spas and distract em
When Money comes in stash it
Let women come in fashion
This blunt done I pass it
Bars in those ashes
This blunt done I pass it
Bars in those ashes

Yeah this the B O double B Y D
I'm the hottest to the scene
A problem on the beat
This the anthem this the heat
Like I'm Bron with the 6 go tee
Game 6 45 15 don't blink
Yeah this the B O double B Y D
I'm the hottest to the scene
A problem on the beat
This the anthem this the heat
Like I'm Bron with the 6 go tee
Game 6 45 15 don't blink

But my MJs on those 11 low cuts
Got my clear gloves on like I'm serving cold cuts
Yeah that fingertip it disappearing
Leave the beat in rust
I'm that bleach down the drain
Flood the bloods and all the guts

Fucking up this rap shit I cook it up like Ab-Soul
Caught up in my madness I got papers out my satchel
Woke up feeling manic hit the mic and give it cancer
Bad word bastard in other words an asshole

Written by:
Dylan Latiolais

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