Ayo Bawss: Recent Episodes
Ayo Bawss
LYRICS :-Verse 1 [Ayo]:Life is like a pyramid clearly it's got stagesBut how does she understand the various plot phases?Scary appearances that interfere with her stock made thisNightmarish, she had fear in her heart caged inAnd that made her even scared of the cops' facesBrainwashed by stereotypes, buried alive in a concrete jungle with no care cos it's lost patienceFor people trapped in the system, she's an actual victim, family missing, her parents would not stage inAnd even worse? All her peers wouldn't stop hatingCos she was intelligent, merited top ratingsAnd good-looking too without wearing a charm braceletTryna figure while she was there in a locked basementWith no one but herself to stare at and call names withLooking at the mirror and hearing the odd phrasesLike "this ain't life, my prayer is God take it!" Hook [Ayo]:Can you really read my mind?The thoughts are hurting deep insideI wish you could understand I wish you could understand I don't really wanna pick a fight All I wanna do is live my lifeSo tell me if you'll hold my handTell me if you'll hold my hand Verse 2 [B-know]:Life is a pimp and love is a hoeSeems like I'm never going anywhere but out of controlAnd the more light consumed leaves the heart turning coldFaces between friends expand faces but woeGiving the grim image when spirits split paragraphs with the smart sentenceTrust issues keep scores from fading or healing Only those turned to stone seem safe from the forever killing Twisted cynical sickness symptoms snuffed by the system Sit and duck the colour of your skin gets you judgedLife with the lions, survive or die trying Some try dying, The stress from fake and false diamondsWander the road cold and hungry dying aloneBitter and bent drink till I'm numb in my fingertipsMaster my symphony, pedigree shaped just like symmetryTemple of pharaohs building my legacyNever yielded to any enemiesNo weak heart, ain't nobody giving out sympathy Strumming the fiddle to leave a little bit of imagination out of the middle of the night like stars when they flicker!
This is real rap, fuck a pricey gold chain............................... 16 bars of steel
LYRICS :
Yo it's bouta be a new year blood bath, Domicyde alpha? yall gon see this dude here tongue-lashed, the fool's scared? Fuck that, he petty so I already know he only ever goes hard when he sees a nude queer's nutsack, clearly a bitch mc been wearing em skinny jeans since when Wu wear was rad, that's why you been rapping for a minute dawg but yo career still needs a kick to start like a two-snare drum track I done seen fakes in the game, but alpha? this geek's crazy insane, ain't got no fuckin gat in the dresser, he's just an amateur wrestler with cheesecake for a brain, tryna breed hate cos he's lame so if he's gaining the fame?? I bet no one still gives a F... like the "PH" in his name So let's address this clearly you're a mindless pushover, you spit wack lyrics while I script crack writtens like the finest cooked coca to give the listeners highness 'n you never see their eyelids look sober Fuck around in an audio battle with me dude, end up a lifeless foot soldier, so you may need ya rhyming book closer cos we all know Al cadence (al qaedans) ain't been the bomb since Isis took over Yeah so when I put him behind these bars he's bouta face an indictment, he claims he exciting, as a wrestler? but at this age I'm enlightened so I know he's way fake when he's fighting on the main stage I'm strike em and blaze em with lightning cos my ways are unlike him, this fagget's straight broke never been paid for his writing so I know you never seen the Greenland army (green land, domi) since the days of the vikings But who's the greatest veteran? Gotta be Bawss, you can observe my bars, every statement's excellent, I'ma rage n shred his skin, he can't drop shit like he afraid of excrement, that's why his brain's intelligence remains irrelevant so after this here battle I'ma leave domiciling (domi silent) forever like a place of residence But damn it man u the type of redneck to have sex with his godmother! yaint hard fucker. I'll slash ya throat with a box cutter then dump ya carcass in a small gutter, no one'll ever miss ya, you ain't got brothers and scrolling right thru ya pictures I noticed only time you get "bitches" is cos you're a "dog lover"
Mic check one two, one two Think I ain't here to catch a body nigga ?fuck you Yall ain't ready to stomach the shit that I brung thru That's why I'm at a level that you need to step your rap game up to
Can I please have your undivided attention? I'ma do y'all like a "snuff film" cos none survive in the ending Vocals like a thunder strike from the heavens, ready to put y'all to sleep like I be singing lullabies with perfection No doubt you chumps'll die in a second - so hard to breathe when I show y'all the heat like the Sunnyside of a desert I'll have ya both summarized in a sentence, Bezzy you the slutty type and Keezykey you fucking rhyme like a freshman Hold on, this brother lies bout his preference, I mean he's such a faggit that he walked in and left butterflies at the entrance Too bad you got shot last week - that was a drunken fight? but this time I'll be the one who fires the weapon! And sugabezzy she's just a fraudulent bitch... I saw what you did last time, that's the shit that multiplied my aggression This is justifiable vengeance, cos that match wasn't tied, you rigged it like when Bush nullified the elections And I ain't even gotta speak on the matter, got beef on a platter, to cut 'n slice so fuck your double-timing intentions Otherwise you'll regret it, I got y'all so fuckin wired that ya guts shoved aside and tongues are tied from the tension Money's mine for the record, you ain't even gotta argue or speak, this diss so dope and I should charge you a fee Toppling me is an arduous feat and y'all be like organ donors cos you don't even have the heart to compete Ya bars losing steam you ought to believe I'll flaw you with ease, and spit em haymakers to make you drop to your knees And when you walk through the streets? I'm sending hot shells atcha like a seafood buffet - that means you getting all you can eat! So why deny that I'm killing this? Traps shut! Yall so gassed up, looks like quinton got me side by side with some cylinders My advice is you chill a bit, cos I'm quick to "grip it 'n blast" to get "rid of the gas" like applying fire extinguishers This dude's a part time jigolo, not quite lyrical or sick, he only breeds disease, his ass is rotten So is it Keezykey or Jackie Thompson? Believe he needs a pack of condoms like Eazy E and Magic Johnson And ya music equally is trash and nonsense, why you even do this shit? Seems to me ya lacking options Gimme ya free CD? I'll smash 'n stomp it!... to listen to that crap gotta have mad PCP and acid droppin' Same for bezzy she's a nast thot 'n for that cheesy cheese she'll give ya more freaky treats than Captain Spaulding Yall unleashed a beast and that's the problem, I shatter the odds, battle for gwap? I'll keep the cream like Baskin-Robbins Elite Mc's don't have no conscience, so I'm quickly drafting ya eulogy like you lit a match in a fuel leak You make me sit and laugh at your lunacy, you must be frigging mad thinking that you got diplomatic immunity I'd snatch ya jewels (Juelz) with the camera on (Cam'ron), please believe me I don't think Jay a ryder (J.R Writer), he's a measly weenie I got a "40 cal" to feed the needy, leave em leaky so "Hell" be the next place you spit a free, keezykey (Freekey Zekey) And we all know Bezzy skeezy, she tries spitting em rhymes though she's never been quite sick in the mind In the underground she don't get love, she's like a cokehead slut how she always gotta ride dick to get lines Now it's clear I write scriptures divine, true eh? So like Donald Trump only thing that's left is toupee Can't wait to hear the dudes say how I schooled lames, without a doubt and just handed out 2 L's like I be Cool J