This one is machine and nerve and has It's mind concluded
I guess I'm partly
Machine and nerve wit a lil bit a flesh and faith
Don't know who my target is but that artist is slain
Ain't no f*ckery up in here - up in this place
Dog you got a history? Shit, I'll get the spade
Not now, not right now, could make you look like bow wow
Say you kill me, pow pow pow, what happen when I pop out
Not single damn thing man, tell me what you think
Is this gunna be the start or are we at the brink
Let's - change the f*ckin' subject, like the velcro to the carpet
I don't wanna be stuck on it, but it looks like you still on it
With your bullshit - you dishonest
Fake chain's - lets be honest
Don't try to pull the strings
When you know you just the puppet huh
Getcha blade, fix'em up, self made, one of one
What to say, nothin' none, it's ok, it's all done
Sol & Luna, numba one, I am back, kick some ass
Stole the flow, 21, f*ck it tho, it's the past so
What are we lookin for? Huh
Killerman with the bow - huh
Internet rapper that don't Superman that hoe - huh
Trigger man down her throat - huh
Kiddin' man it's a joke - huh
Saddening to see myself on saturday evenings stuck at home - yuh
I'm getting tired of all this, a 9 - 5 with a long drive
I'm depressing like a Spalding, sharpin' knives
I'm the cut and I'm ready like a Spartan
Hand got the strap so
Watch who you tauntin, we flauntin'
These rappers', they garbage
They talk shit but fold like my wallet
My homeboys' be callin, they strum'em - guitar pick
You think that you hot shit, stop it, I'm nauseous
The door of opportunity, yep - bitch I'm knockin'
Clear it out, I throw the flash
This a siege, you know that
You the man like a tote bag
And I go off like a mad lad
In a straight jack, with a stray jag
You the type to uh go ham
On a quick fad for a quick fan
No no, don't you do that cuz
You back at square one, and not like the black top
Cross over these lines, and these will be final
Take advice from the prologue, you don't get no spin off
Not even an epilogue so f*ck off.
Over.
JMC
Beigey One
Jmc - 117. Machine & Nerve (2019) Lyrics
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This one is machine and nerve and has It's mind concluded
I guess I'm partly
Machine and nerve wit a lil bit a flesh and faith
Don't know who my target is but that artist is slain
Ain't no f*ckery up in here - up in this place
Dog you got a history? Shit, I'll get the spade
Not now, not right now, could make you look like bow wow
Say you kill me, pow pow pow, what happen when I pop out
Not single damn thing man, tell me what you think
Is this gunna be the start or are we at the brink
Let's - change the f*ckin' subject, like the velcro to the carpet
I don't wanna be stuck on it, but it looks like you still on it
With your bullshit - you dishonest
Fake chain's - lets be honest
Don't try to pull the strings
When you know you just the puppet huh
Getcha blade, fix'em up, self made, one of one
What to say, nothin' none, it's ok, it's all done
Sol & Luna, numba one, I am back, kick some ass
Stole the flow, 21, f*ck it tho, it's the past so
What are we lookin for? Huh
Killerman with the bow - huh
Internet rapper that don't Superman that hoe - huh
Trigger man down her throat - huh
Kiddin' man it's a joke - huh
Saddening to see myself on saturday evenings stuck at home - yuh
I'm getting tired of all this, a 9 - 5 with a long drive
I'm depressing like a Spalding, sharpin' knives
I'm the cut and I'm ready like a Spartan
Hand got the strap so
Watch who you tauntin, we flauntin'
These rappers', they garbage
They talk shit but fold like my wallet
My homeboys' be callin, they strum'em - guitar pick
You think that you hot shit, stop it, I'm nauseous
The door of opportunity, yep - bitch I'm knockin'
Clear it out, I throw the flash
This a siege, you know that
You the man like a tote bag
And I go off like a mad lad
In a straight jack, with a stray jag
You the type to uh go ham
On a quick fad for a quick fan
No no, don't you do that cuz
You back at square one, and not like the black top
Cross over these lines, and these will be final
Take advice from the prologue, you don't get no spin off
Not even an epilogue so f*ck off.
Over.
JMC
Beigey One
I guess I'm partly
Machine and nerve wit a lil bit a flesh and faith
Don't know who my target is but that artist is slain
Ain't no f*ckery up in here - up in this place
Dog you got a history? Shit, I'll get the spade
Not now, not right now, could make you look like bow wow
Say you kill me, pow pow pow, what happen when I pop out
Not single damn thing man, tell me what you think
Is this gunna be the start or are we at the brink
Let's - change the f*ckin' subject, like the velcro to the carpet
I don't wanna be stuck on it, but it looks like you still on it
With your bullshit - you dishonest
Fake chain's - lets be honest
Don't try to pull the strings
When you know you just the puppet huh
Getcha blade, fix'em up, self made, one of one
What to say, nothin' none, it's ok, it's all done
Sol & Luna, numba one, I am back, kick some ass
Stole the flow, 21, f*ck it tho, it's the past so
What are we lookin for? Huh
Killerman with the bow - huh
Internet rapper that don't Superman that hoe - huh
Trigger man down her throat - huh
Kiddin' man it's a joke - huh
Saddening to see myself on saturday evenings stuck at home - yuh
I'm getting tired of all this, a 9 - 5 with a long drive
I'm depressing like a Spalding, sharpin' knives
I'm the cut and I'm ready like a Spartan
Hand got the strap so
Watch who you tauntin, we flauntin'
These rappers', they garbage
They talk shit but fold like my wallet
My homeboys' be callin, they strum'em - guitar pick
You think that you hot shit, stop it, I'm nauseous
The door of opportunity, yep - bitch I'm knockin'
Clear it out, I throw the flash
This a siege, you know that
You the man like a tote bag
And I go off like a mad lad
In a straight jack, with a stray jag
You the type to uh go ham
On a quick fad for a quick fan
No no, don't you do that cuz
You back at square one, and not like the black top
Cross over these lines, and these will be final
Take advice from the prologue, you don't get no spin off
Not even an epilogue so f*ck off.
Over.
JMC
Beigey One
Writer: Jaylen Coker
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