"Beast Unleashed" lyrics
Uh, yeah, the beast's unleashed
Whole clique dope with the east I breathe
Everybody wonder when I reach my peak
'Cause the bars and the hooks and the beats by me
Say more, I hate
Then how do we write?
If it's wrong, I don't wanna be right
Pits in the booth, and I got a mean bite
Now I'm out here lookin' like I won the lottery twice
Ain't nobody got time for that, the young white boy coming with the violent raps
And now I've got 'em wide-eyed, like insomniacs
And when the bass drops, sounding like a bomb directs
So watch your back, but the kids been next
All up in the game, gotta disinfect
White motherfuckers showing disrespect to the OGs
Bitches, I'ma twist your necks
Might flip my shit, while I flip this check
N to the Y, bit of shit I rep
I be out back with the hits on deck
And the roll to the top, don't miss no steps
Been about the bidness, ya'll won't ever get it
Make another mock and I'ma hit it
Better tell 'em I'm the illest
Let me get a beat, I'm bad
I'm about to kill it, down with the realest
Everybody know I'm bout to do it to the finish, like
Ain't no additional options, know that we killing these imposters
Know that we lit and we poppin'
Me and the homies got shit to accomplish
You with the mass appeal, livin' a fairy teal
Breaking down the walls, better repair the seal
Every time I do it, every bit of the track is killed
People keep on telling me I'm finna get capped for real
But I've been advised, I can either live or die
I don't really wanna wait until a better time
Unidentified, you are not a kid of mine
Spit a line, I'ma eat it up like dinner time
Pit Bull with a bone to bite
So hit me with your best shot, but it won't suffice
I choke the mic, I'm sounding like a poltergeist
Anybody wanna dis, think it over twice
Uh, and I aim for the top
Let me get a champagne, I shake and I pop
Everybody give it up, I came for the guap
Everybody like him would've taken a drop
Still hate, but I'm not surprised
Man, I get it from the best like Pac and Nas
Just know you ain't ever gonna stop the grind
And just pray you survive when the gods arrive, I'm like
Still hate, but I'm not surprised
Man, I get it from the best like Pac and Nas
Just know you ain't ever gonna stop the grind
And just pray you survive when the gods arrive, I'm like
Whole clique dope with the east I breathe
Everybody wonder when I reach my peak
'Cause the bars and the hooks and the beats by me
Say more, I hate
Then how do we write?
If it's wrong, I don't wanna be right
Pits in the booth, and I got a mean bite
Now I'm out here lookin' like I won the lottery twice
Ain't nobody got time for that, the young white boy coming with the violent raps
And now I've got 'em wide-eyed, like insomniacs
And when the bass drops, sounding like a bomb directs
So watch your back, but the kids been next
All up in the game, gotta disinfect
White motherfuckers showing disrespect to the OGs
Bitches, I'ma twist your necks
Might flip my shit, while I flip this check
N to the Y, bit of shit I rep
I be out back with the hits on deck
And the roll to the top, don't miss no steps
Been about the bidness, ya'll won't ever get it
Make another mock and I'ma hit it
Better tell 'em I'm the illest
Let me get a beat, I'm bad
I'm about to kill it, down with the realest
Everybody know I'm bout to do it to the finish, like
Ain't no additional options, know that we killing these imposters
Know that we lit and we poppin'
Me and the homies got shit to accomplish
You with the mass appeal, livin' a fairy teal
Breaking down the walls, better repair the seal
Every time I do it, every bit of the track is killed
People keep on telling me I'm finna get capped for real
But I've been advised, I can either live or die
I don't really wanna wait until a better time
Unidentified, you are not a kid of mine
Spit a line, I'ma eat it up like dinner time
Pit Bull with a bone to bite
So hit me with your best shot, but it won't suffice
I choke the mic, I'm sounding like a poltergeist
Anybody wanna dis, think it over twice
Uh, and I aim for the top
Let me get a champagne, I shake and I pop
Everybody give it up, I came for the guap
Everybody like him would've taken a drop
Still hate, but I'm not surprised
Man, I get it from the best like Pac and Nas
Just know you ain't ever gonna stop the grind
And just pray you survive when the gods arrive, I'm like
Still hate, but I'm not surprised
Man, I get it from the best like Pac and Nas
Just know you ain't ever gonna stop the grind
And just pray you survive when the gods arrive, I'm like
Writer(s): Vincent Jacovelli, David Breukers
