I'm so out of this world I got the Martian's tunin' in
Instead of "Shaq'n A Fool", I'm steady ballin' with no rim
I'm bringin' back the lyricism, terror from the days of old
Attackin' like the fire nation, you'll burn and do what you're told
You shoulda known what was coming when I stepped up to this mic
So you better prepare the duffles when I step off in the light
You're unleashin' an evil beast who really freaks when he's off his leash
I'm flickin' shots, you kickin' rocks, you're frickin' gone when I snap, capiche?
I hear you lookin' for the shade, so you loafin' under the boulders
That I'm throwin', bro you know that it ain't safe when I'm approachin'
You're back to hopin' I'm grabbin' toke and I'm smackin' the sofa or crashed in a coma
I would snack on you more, but you're crackled and torn
Like the bags from the store, I go back in for more
So why you dippin' all my disses like you nibblin' on some chips with it?
You're so salty I'mma need vinegar just to rinse with it
I know you're ruffled by my cheddar, 'cause you makin' sour cream
But my favorites are the classics dog, Pac and B-I-Double G
I-E, the legends that will stand the test of time, we
Know what's comin' if you f*ckers step up just to try me
Grab all the extinguishers, 'cause this shit's gon' get frightening
'Cause this pyro from my lines will melt that ice up on your timepiece
You're sure by actin' shady, but your checks are gettin' slim
Come at me all crazy, you won't live to spit again
The prodigy, no toppin' me, been' rappin' since a kid
You plug GoFundMe's on the daily like an addict's seventh binge
I'm back to rappin', smack the sadness, clap them bastards' face, boy
I'm snappin' from their actions, f*ck with lightning, you'll get tazed, boy
Bitch you wack and that's that, I dunno what else to tell you
One day I'll be sellin' millions while you can't even sell two
If you lack originality, you're never gonna last
Used to know you, call you Gotye, 'cause now you in the past
But I'm steady with my hands like I been sharpening my craft
So they'll love me for what I have instead of hate for what I lack
Nomrah - Still Running Lyrics
Nomrah - Still Running Lyrics
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I'm so out of this world I got the Martian's tunin' in
Instead of "Shaq'n A Fool", I'm steady ballin' with no rim
I'm bringin' back the lyricism, terror from the days of old
Attackin' like the fire nation, you'll burn and do what you're told
You shoulda known what was coming when I stepped up to this mic
So you better prepare the duffles when I step off in the light
You're unleashin' an evil beast who really freaks when he's off his leash
I'm flickin' shots, you kickin' rocks, you're frickin' gone when I snap, capiche?
I hear you lookin' for the shade, so you loafin' under the boulders
That I'm throwin', bro you know that it ain't safe when I'm approachin'
You're back to hopin' I'm grabbin' toke and I'm smackin' the sofa or crashed in a coma
I would snack on you more, but you're crackled and torn
Like the bags from the store, I go back in for more
So why you dippin' all my disses like you nibblin' on some chips with it?
You're so salty I'mma need vinegar just to rinse with it
I know you're ruffled by my cheddar, 'cause you makin' sour cream
But my favorites are the classics dog, Pac and B-I-Double G
I-E, the legends that will stand the test of time, we
Know what's comin' if you f*ckers step up just to try me
Grab all the extinguishers, 'cause this shit's gon' get frightening
'Cause this pyro from my lines will melt that ice up on your timepiece
You're sure by actin' shady, but your checks are gettin' slim
Come at me all crazy, you won't live to spit again
The prodigy, no toppin' me, been' rappin' since a kid
You plug GoFundMe's on the daily like an addict's seventh binge
I'm back to rappin', smack the sadness, clap them bastards' face, boy
I'm snappin' from their actions, f*ck with lightning, you'll get tazed, boy
Bitch you wack and that's that, I dunno what else to tell you
One day I'll be sellin' millions while you can't even sell two
If you lack originality, you're never gonna last
Used to know you, call you Gotye, 'cause now you in the past
But I'm steady with my hands like I been sharpening my craft
So they'll love me for what I have instead of hate for what I lack
Instead of "Shaq'n A Fool", I'm steady ballin' with no rim
I'm bringin' back the lyricism, terror from the days of old
Attackin' like the fire nation, you'll burn and do what you're told
You shoulda known what was coming when I stepped up to this mic
So you better prepare the duffles when I step off in the light
You're unleashin' an evil beast who really freaks when he's off his leash
I'm flickin' shots, you kickin' rocks, you're frickin' gone when I snap, capiche?
I hear you lookin' for the shade, so you loafin' under the boulders
That I'm throwin', bro you know that it ain't safe when I'm approachin'
You're back to hopin' I'm grabbin' toke and I'm smackin' the sofa or crashed in a coma
I would snack on you more, but you're crackled and torn
Like the bags from the store, I go back in for more
So why you dippin' all my disses like you nibblin' on some chips with it?
You're so salty I'mma need vinegar just to rinse with it
I know you're ruffled by my cheddar, 'cause you makin' sour cream
But my favorites are the classics dog, Pac and B-I-Double G
I-E, the legends that will stand the test of time, we
Know what's comin' if you f*ckers step up just to try me
Grab all the extinguishers, 'cause this shit's gon' get frightening
'Cause this pyro from my lines will melt that ice up on your timepiece
You're sure by actin' shady, but your checks are gettin' slim
Come at me all crazy, you won't live to spit again
The prodigy, no toppin' me, been' rappin' since a kid
You plug GoFundMe's on the daily like an addict's seventh binge
I'm back to rappin', smack the sadness, clap them bastards' face, boy
I'm snappin' from their actions, f*ck with lightning, you'll get tazed, boy
Bitch you wack and that's that, I dunno what else to tell you
One day I'll be sellin' millions while you can't even sell two
If you lack originality, you're never gonna last
Used to know you, call you Gotye, 'cause now you in the past
But I'm steady with my hands like I been sharpening my craft
So they'll love me for what I have instead of hate for what I lack
Writer: Chris Harmon
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid