"TARMAC" lyrics
Kill Bill: The Rapper & Rav Lyrics
[Rav:]
Here I go!
I know it's
Time to hit ' em with it for the one time
Kicking it a long time
Opps in a crisis
Digging in their salt mines
Posture as righteous
Clinically online
Sympathies is all lies
Symphonies of culprits
Ripples of a small tide
Internet is showbiz
Intimacy goldmine
Industry explosive
Drifting, we don't go outside
Gripping on the whole pie
Fibbing on the bonafide
All the time in each tense
Been the shit since '05
Ill before the lofi
Killing it, we so fire
Why you looking boneless?
You ain't even wanna fight
Lifted off the "oh my"
Pissing off a low life
Sick with it and so psyched
You sick of it
I'm so excited
Sink within it
Suicide
Sync each sentence with a sike
Switching scripts, you won't decide
Snakes treading on my side
So, it's like
[Kill Bill: The Rapper:]
Kaiju Billy, how you get so good?
Still bending down the block
Still smoking on woods
I got one too many of y'all trynna get like Billy
And it's not like I'm mad
But the shit's type silly
Man I'm one step away from fucking snapping
I swear it
Counting soldiers in the trenches
I send 'em back to the barracks
Man, it was summertime: brevard
I'm posted up beside the ingles lot
Smoking on some shit to make the fat lady's singing stop
(Yeah)
Young anno in the flash
Tag told me go for broke
I can gamble with the best
Jack-8 with the ammo to the chest
What's the drop?
Screaming, "Fuck what you got!"
I was plus on block!
Man, this the foot to the trachea
Hooked in the mania
Could have played it straight
But the juug looking tastier
Not a fan of Earth, found a home in the moon
Screaming E-X-O 'til the motherfucking tomb
Here I go!
I know it's
Time to hit ' em with it for the one time
Kicking it a long time
Opps in a crisis
Digging in their salt mines
Posture as righteous
Clinically online
Sympathies is all lies
Symphonies of culprits
Ripples of a small tide
Internet is showbiz
Intimacy goldmine
Industry explosive
Drifting, we don't go outside
Gripping on the whole pie
Fibbing on the bonafide
All the time in each tense
Been the shit since '05
Ill before the lofi
Killing it, we so fire
Why you looking boneless?
You ain't even wanna fight
Lifted off the "oh my"
Pissing off a low life
Sick with it and so psyched
You sick of it
I'm so excited
Sink within it
Suicide
Sync each sentence with a sike
Switching scripts, you won't decide
Snakes treading on my side
So, it's like
[Kill Bill: The Rapper:]
Kaiju Billy, how you get so good?
Still bending down the block
Still smoking on woods
I got one too many of y'all trynna get like Billy
And it's not like I'm mad
But the shit's type silly
Man I'm one step away from fucking snapping
I swear it
Counting soldiers in the trenches
I send 'em back to the barracks
Man, it was summertime: brevard
I'm posted up beside the ingles lot
Smoking on some shit to make the fat lady's singing stop
(Yeah)
Young anno in the flash
Tag told me go for broke
I can gamble with the best
Jack-8 with the ammo to the chest
What's the drop?
Screaming, "Fuck what you got!"
I was plus on block!
Man, this the foot to the trachea
Hooked in the mania
Could have played it straight
But the juug looking tastier
Not a fan of Earth, found a home in the moon
Screaming E-X-O 'til the motherfucking tomb
