K.Lov3 - 30 on 3 Lyrics

Every time I grab the pen you're scared I'll speak to your sins
These dope lines can rock the mic if I can I stir it right
I'm cooking with precision nigga thats a scary sight
I got a plate for malnutrition you niggas ain't eating right
I f*ck a beat with no rubbers on and a open mic
So you'll be getting screwed from these verses verse us there hearses
Ride
Into the darkness where they won't find you I'll hide you quietly
But these bars will leave em clues to let em know I caught a body
Blood in my eyes for this homicide I see death coming
I'll rip your heart out your chest and hold it while its still pumping
Then ill diss you it's beat man you don't want this heat
I'm in the kitchen cooking with recipes as I prep defeat
And y'all gonna meet for the lies you spewing out your mouth
But f*ck that imma grab you then gut you you see them spilling out
A maniac but my brainiac is what you marvel from
I'll find out where he at then grab the strap and let bullets cum
Pause
That's metaphorically speaking I'm not a criminal
Nah f*ck that I'm a student of killers murder off principal
With syllables it's typical how these riddles paint visuals
Look as good as a centerfold centers fold when I crush your soul
See I'm your death wish
You fail when you test this
Mental that embodies mentalities in reality
Sicker with my analogies
All the niggas that doubted me
Kombat with these fatalities
Spit fire to burn my calories
Yah
With my back corner
I'll spray all till y'all fall make you niggas meet the coroner
Then run you niggas over with my drive
I'm taking over
And taking orders too
I'm serving beef and these leftovers
Shit
And a nigga rose from nothing
I'm throwing up enlighten flows that's something you can't stomach
Egh
I know I'm sick with it
And my dogs are with me too if I say sick they with it
Let's get it
I'm just trying to make this rap shit work
But some nights man I swear to God this rap shit hurt
But I keep going just trying to get my rap shit heard
Shooting my shot hoping I don't get my rap shit curved
I'm honest
Sometimes this life f*cks with my logic
But Adrienne tell me to keep going I swear that girls a prophet
So imma keep on going until I make that girl some profit
And I be damned if I let my twisted mental stop it
Nigga
Imma keep going and flowing and honing and zoning until this f*cking beat stop
I'm going hard on instrumentals let that beat rock