Dyse - Viral Lyrics

Got that feelin back, for real, my pen the illest in the field I'm in
When the trigger touch my finger, feel it itchin' like its syphilis
Another hit, another, shit, I'm buggin, bout to kill em quick
Appear and y'all can sense it but can't follow or make sense of it
I'm droppin' sixteens (Then I'm) droppin thirty-twos
Like a goddamn fiend/ Im the goblin of the group
Shreddin heads like swiss cheese for screw us out our loot
Cross they team like small Ts, we gon crucify a crew
Reign of (Rainin') terror from a thundercloud
These artists talkin much too loud
If I spit soft these suckas still cant compare the sound
Fourth album out on all the shelves
While y'all on em like a lost and found
I rise up like a geyser from my slumber, I've been underground
Your Reverendbwon't enter the pulpit - God is off today
On a yacht with Pac in Cuba cuz' he saw me on the way
Y'all depend on repetitive bullshit, think you got alot to say
Under duress your identity cold-switches, dawg we not the same
My toolbox - Laura Croft's, I'm about to tomb raid this
Magic flyin out my hands on some Runescape shit
Rappers brag about they bands & say they move weight quick
Um' bout to 'Meltdown' like the W.R.I.F - Its Two-for-Tuesday, bitch
F*ck a two-faced snitch, I'm bout to lose it, ape-shit
I will slide in through your window on some toothpaste shit
All your goons came quick, but they shoot n' they missed
Now your eyelids set to widescreen on some Blu-Ray shit
Make It Personal like Guru, respond to you in turn
Walk out your front door blood on my knuckles and shirt
Leave your gang seeing stars when Im premiering the work
You aint ready for this hurt, I know you never did dirt

Your girl want me out the crowd, she said my raps sound nice
Know these hands touches more bodies than a pat-down line
Chuki on the beat, know the track sounds tight
Retnik down to show a poser what that gat sound like
Chris Benoit type homicidal, got 'em all dead on arrival
Paralyzed 'em at the spine & sliced his tongue out with a file
No joke, I will smoke you at your childs play recital
Then show up to the trial in a suit & tie and smile
Got more verses than the bible, make 'em follow like disciples
When you hear me in your ride don't touch the motherf*ckin dial
Plastic rappers get recycled, hit by fireworks and pyro
The show ain't gon be over 'til I'm dropping all my rivals
All you always in denial, gott'm almost suicidal
Call on God, all is lost, you prolly not surviving
Like a missile silo launching - how the fires rise behind us
This a plague they couldnt vaccinate, its too late, we goin viral

It's too late, it's too late, it's too late, I'm going viral
Do I have everybody's attention now?
Do I have everybody's attention now?
Do I have everybody's attention now?
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