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letra de they aint ready - nazskilz

[verse 1] (nazskilz)

listen i stay scripting
16s that’ll blaze writtens that’ll amaze
spitting with that insane sick scheme
the blade gripping
i could have ur face missing if u ever try to face me, see
i’m in a race
only thing i chase is green
life’s a b-tch but with her i’m trying to make history
hope you got the sk!ll to pace with me
cos my joints are off the chain like run away slave victims
spitting raw razors to scar facials
this bar raiser could spar satan and darth vader
hip hop savior.. illest narrator
with a cascade of verses that be f-cking up the landscape
aiming for a bigger fan base
without dumbing it down for the listeners y’all don’t get the plan wait..
this ain’t ur regular jam brace yourself for the spectacular man
we gon be making more waves than a cellular can

[hook] (ashraph)

when the dough is up we gon get it
see the flow is hot, the bars heavy
i ain’t known to flop, the problem is
all o’ y’all mahf-ckas are not ready – x 2

[verse 2] (nazskilz)

ready or not, the machete i brought
spitting that deadly melody that be scary as f-ck
mind is sharp enough to steady a thought
so every word that i swing will put your head in a box
and if i spaz i could bridge the gap
and battle rap another cat from a different time
lyrics is packed to diminish wacks
every line is fit to attack never finish last when we rhyme
i never leave my mic exposed
to achieve this state of mind it could take light years though
the dark sk!lls i use to write will make your nightmares show
you think you tight, let’s flow
i’ll rip through your fake style if i strike a pose
never lacking in focus the plan is in low key
they laughing and boasting that i won’t be stacking the dough still
but i’m certain to blow see we gon be living lavish and toasting
cos every track i’m rapping is packing explosives

[hook]

[verse 3] (ashraph)

the weather changing, imposing better faces
you see a take over by folks who’s ever blazing
i rose from way below, where home is next to satan’s
i solely wrecked my patience
they ain’t even ready for this
the flow charge would get you shocked as i prepare to unleash
a force field to show the n-gga ain’t a regular being
alota thangs i can do on bars
sick plays and punchlines, forget this, i do em all
it’s ash you been looking for
i keep the studio warm with hard tracks in a groovy form
i’m likened to a thug, came with bangs for your coolest bucks!
you getting served by my rounds of sickness
got your chic on the ground tryna hound my big stick
she on my nut case, getting down to business..
you about ur weak sh-t
and i ain’t gon be taking a chill
it’s my period for waves, let the crowd and the radio sing

[hook]

- nazskilz

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