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Yeah, it's The Closes. Double Tracks on the beat. X-Ray on the boards. Red Eye. Eh, S Dubb. Yeah. Yo, nomadic conception, flow so immaculate. Heavenly like Jesus of Nazareth, manufactured it. Cannabis activist, accurate war strategist. My team savage, we stick you up like jackasses. Get it like Dracula, blood in, blood out. Thugged in, thugged out, legend like Acura. Good in advance, pitching like Dwight Gooden, I'm fast. Bring it to the wood, I'm the Champ. You're put in a trance, thought you could But you can't. Now it's the pale moonlight, with The devil you dance. You missed on your chance, I spit missiles at camps. Defecate shit on tracks while you piss in your Pants. Kid is enhanced, hot with flames galore. Come off the top like when angels fall, game For war. Got a lifetime wait on my game In store. Third eye, third rail, running trains on Whores, stupid. These rap dudes is light, They so featherweight. We too fly, so fly that we levitate. Sittin' in a chair like Kane, chicks feed us Grapes. We The Closes, we came to smash the Scrape. These rap dudes is light, they so Featherweight. We too fly, so fly that we levitate. Sittin' in a chair like Kane, chicks feed us Grapes. We The Closes, we came to smash the Scrape. It's Closes, fake rappers hold your Composure. I fold ya, like a lawn chair before I mow ya. Double park verses, I verbally tow Ya. Pick your song up at the pound rap Clown, I shit you down like a CO in Southport. You like a fish on a hook, Get your mouth caught. Pop 'em all now, Sort 'em out later. The first shall be last And my team greater. Making my biz to serve y'all, but I don't Cater to haters. So Frito rap cyphers to add Enough flavor. You think you hot, then hop on The skillet. I poof the flambé, lay flame, Then I kill it. The realest, your bum ass Fitted cap, I peel it. Your bum ass hoe with the nice gap, I Fill it. You think you Willy, you silly, your Jewels ain't chilly. It's Mr. Left Eye, that's why I fuck with Red Eye. These rap dudes is light, they so featherweight. We too fly, so fly that we levitate. Sittin' in a chair like Kane, chicks feed us Grapes. We The Closes, we came to smash the Scrape. These rap dudes is light, they so Featherweight. We too fly, so fly that we levitate. Sittin' in a chair like Kane, chicks feed us Grapes. We The Closes, we came to smash the Scrape. Not worried about being covered in ice like A polar cap. But when I go and rap, It's like I beat you with broken bat. My flow is crack, I get you open and I close it back. 'Cause I hold a track Like a pimp with a ho to smack. I'm known to black, you overact, but I'm over That. You got no hope, I'm so dope even My foes will clap. I get a standing O, I'm stopped 'til every rapper know. And even after, yo, 'cause I rock like Barry Manilow. So pass the dro if you got weed. Words, I'm on a track driving backwards at mach Speed. Know I'm on a track like Sherlock with A hot lead. I flow to win, I'm going In like I was Notme. I came here as a writer. What I found, a battle, no fear in my Fighter. A closer, but I came here in spite Of. 'Cause I get the crowd open like a Beer with a lighter. These rap dudes is light, They so featherweight. We too fly, so fly that We levitate. Sittin' in a chair like Kane, Chicks feed us grapes. We The Closes, we came To smash the scrape. These rap dudes is light, they so featherweight. We too fly, so fly that we levitate. Sittin' in a chair like Kane, chicks feed us Grapes. We The Closes, we came to smash the Scrape.
The Closers, ThoroTracks, Shabaam Sahdeeq, Red Eye, Cymarshall Law — Levitation
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