Minimal Cadence E

Oh, ik heb deze nieuwe bok ook gekocht. Ik kreeg die gewoon in mijn handen gegrift iemand Door de ether van de HEMA, weet je wel. Ik ben een kunstenaar. Is bok. She's so minimalistic with the lipstick. Use my tricks to make the beat. The clock run out. Watch the fuck out. Before KB, bada bap. Sean about to cash out. Everybody lash out. This that Tasha keep shit. Mix the way the riches slide in with the Cadence. Wanna be the biggest to see you the realest. Big glow spread sickness. Ride for my homies when I reach greatness. They show thy faces, expose their weakness. Snakes in grass, fucking fakers. It's time y'all realize. Evolution for me televised. Time has come to sacrifice. Contacts that would amplify your career. Don't come nearer. Only me, my crew and the Man in the mirror. Ain't no game. Got no railroads, white ceilings, Sega chains. Wanna vent those sad feelings. Now tell me what happens to an artist that Stays true to his ideals. Everybody know they the hardest. Write the slogan to their morals. Got the goal to be forever. Can never dethrone me. Yeah, you never. See him styling on him while I rap bars with him. Cut these niggers. Everything you harvested already Has been said. Because I'm an open book. Ain't got secrets. You're the weakest 'cause you opened your bar book. Now got your line shook. I wanna thank everyone that has been real with Me. But I gotta be real with y'all. Y'all gotta check out my crew Real War. Let me hear y'all scream: Real War, Real War. Real War. Real War, Real War. Real War, Real War. Let me hear you for the guy. Udar. Line is shook, so I read them like a Book. There's a time that I mistook the demons Singing in the hook. Thunderstruck, bitch. Bitch. Now you're falling. Flow is always flawless. Kill them like I'm Stalin. You gotta follow your morals. Follow your morals. Living like there's no tomorrow. It's like I walked through a portal that brought Me to hell. Now I drown in my sorrow. Udar. Living like there's no tomorrow. What? Cash out on a Saturday. Didn't sleep all weekend. Can you just get out My fucking way? Ew. Keep distance. Minimalistic difference. Filling the void that's in us. Trying to fit in in existence. Wanna fit in society. I'm killing sobriety. Now you're trying to preach. And you were just getting high with me. Bitch. Udar has got your back. Ready for attack like give me a sign, bitch. Udar. No nine to five. Working all the time. The fuck you know about grinding? The fuck you Lights on stage are blinding. Clear the block like perfect timing. Money. Minimalistic cadence. She keep me asking about children. She's minimalistic with the lipstick. Use my tricks to make the beat. The clock run out. Watch the fuck out. Before KB, bada bap. Sean about to cash out. Everybody lash out. This that Tasha keep shit. Mix the way the riches slide in with the Cadence. or minimalistic. I'm still linguistic. Defy physics. Deny existence. What? For an instance. I step in and out. I live for the sound. Sound. We're like Hicks. We keep the feel or-or out. Hicks. I got the tricks to not be barking So loud. Say life's a trip, so I scream Unannounced. Still making pounds, About to cash out. Cash in my jeans, so my pants won't sag Out. Sagging. Nevertheless win. It's a blessing. Never the last thing. I was thugging, never stressing. Won't confess it. I'm still not resting. It's a mad thing. It's a mad thing. Not a bad thing. I don't do bad things. Nah. Baby, I'm crazy. My vision is tasty. Sometimes I'm wavy. Although it's hard. Lately, yeah, lately I sing it like Swae Lee. Rap till I'm eighty. Until it's smart. You gotta hit the page. Huh, lash out. Maybe I will crash out. Puffin on these duties. Lotta smokers in my handout. Ay. White lies. I got this venom in my blood. So I be active in the nighttime. For the right price. Yes, I'm swinging hands even Though it is a knife fight. Optimal damage to my body in my prime time. Training for myself so I don't need you on The sideline. Yeah, I pull up with my energy. Dark skin, bright light. Fighting all the hate. I be moving like I'm Mike Tyson. Yeah, ay. I pull up with my energy. Dark skin, bright light. I'm fighting all the hate. So I be moving like I'm Mike Tyson. I doubt that you ain't the better me. He's different 'cause he lacking energy. He different 'cause he more of a wannabe. A devout myself, that's the way how I'm gonna Be. Never like primer, always like bumblebee. Ay, yeah. I ain't never like primer, Always like bumblebee. Ay, yeah. And that was the magnificent power of Real War. We like to devastate a double down. We got me, Udar, Sean Cash, KB, Royal H, Cheese, Chiefs, Sick Greg, Kleine J, Mano, Brek Zampolski. Everyone is here. Rewind. Look at MF. Pah. Die man heeft gewoon zijn eigen tune. Hij heeft niet eens een feature. luisterde die shit Zwaar. What the fuck?