NoThiN To LooSe feaT DeAth DeCiEVER !
FRESH .... Livin To Rap ... Not Rappin To Live .... Pure Hardcore Rap .... !!!
Just Another Road Side Rapper ....
Lyrics
verse 1 (ShReYaS TriV)
Shreyas feat death deciever its bad meetin evil,
who ever thought reaper would team up wid devil,
pure bleedin red carpet tha truth aint far met ...
hard target ??? blushin cherry cheeks like scarlet
its fag slaughter certified its A+ bonafide,
chrome aside nigga i ll show u lyrical homicide,
gon abide by da rules one pinfall victory,
put u off niggaz memory like firefox history ...
tough street heat nigga pullin off those braces,
punchlines leave niggaz bleedin ward cases,
hard gazes would only give ya charred faces,
fellaz lost in transition when explorin em scarred faces ...
mastermind well defined niggaz better pack on bags,
like da palace on wheels shrey is back on tracks,
killin niggaz blindfolded tha truth aint told yet,
my verses pack heat whn ya shiverin cold sweat
battles food for thought ur brains facin starvation,
my verse exploded like a fuel gas station ...
aint wastin no time ... world's way too ruthless,
call me a bad dentist da way i leave ya toothless ,
its energy package homie megawatts uploadin,
u couldnt pack heat even if ya thoughts explodin,
alpha male of da crew ... ya ll knw i am leadin,
weak ears yer brain stems leave ya bleedin,
its da warcloud thunderboltin to da gate way,
make way while my homies can make hay,
its sunshine one time aint even need a punchline,
its like ya life's on stake n da clock hits LUNCHTIME !!
Verse 2 (DeaTh DeCieveR)
Its da Evil Counterpart let the devil pound ya heart
dead bodies been missin till niggas found da cart
the rap epicenter the way i pull the ground appart
warnings on the label .. death by sound hazard
shatterin dead corpses as i leave the mic in flames
i believe in strikin aims Yea Deciever spikin games
smoke competition while niggaz let da weed burn,
run over these bitches like a road rage speedster ...
emcees get head ripped before they get on stage
the beast feed on rage rippin throught bondage
let da storm rage while red ink be drippin from page,
mix ya blood wid milk n munch on da corn flakes !!
so get da vest on as bullets leave ya chest torn,
lest warn weak targets in da best form,
splittin chest plates open knife cuttin to bruise,
this game is one sided homie i ve nuttin to lose !!!!
