🎵 rapping over a bunch of beats jus cus 3 // by miind

1 Contributorrapping over a bunch of beats jus cus 3 Lyrics “rapping over a bunch of beats jus cus 3” is the finale of his series of songs originally released “rapping over a bunch of beats jus cus” in 2023, starting on his archive account. Then moving to his main… Read More  [Intro: D.Roze] Listen, this the motherfucking finale, nigga Let's get it, let's eat [Part 1: we live to see red] [Pre-Verse] I've been holding on, for oh so long, a night alone I've been feeling oh so gone, a silent home But I know too well, that all the light is gone And I know too well, I'll bleed til' I grow old The world is coming down so fast I masked my face, and hoped that this all last I'm alive and dead, I'm alive and dead My face turned red (suh, suh, whore, see, sah) [Verse] You must not know who the fuck I am I got the green, and the pack of the beans I'm planting my seed on the hoe of a ham Like you don't sip the way I sip You don't got the world inside of yo hands Hoe 10 the clique, dog don't get blitzed Glock hit his soul, the MAC on the yams, fuck I'm a up it on some calm shit, don't wake the sleeping giant For his chicken, we up-sizing it outside, we might just fry em Go Rottweiler, he goin rot for wiling, I'm on Cujo timing Buddy silent, you niggas dirt, how I'm still rough around that diamond? I'm not tied with the top tyrants, it can get violent up on this side None of them daises, roses, and violets That's in your casket, don't be surprised I don't mind the fire, heat up on my shoulder Torch through his molars, got to eat his iron Name a nigga colder, higher than the solar Came right from the soil, the red will never die, nigga [Part 2: rose gold chains] [Verse] Suh, there ain't no dogs that'll go to heaven And no nine lives, pussy, barely a second Niggas fail to learn any bit of acceptance Even they man in the mirror reject reflections The breath of a demon whispers "their misled" Too much of a sinner, I take this corn bread You know, I know, I don't let the smoke pass I just count stack, and collect the cold cash Open Pandora's box, you'll find a ash mop Can't change the game I rigged, jigsaw the jackpot Blocks hot, nun but shot spots and spot shots Forefront trunk, a forty, fortuned, fit for the backdrop Bad apple, every fruit of my labor is ripe now Seems by the look of my heaven, my sight is hell-bound Drowning, once I'm in that bitch ocean, these niggas wail out I've been shocking niggas since the start, give me the chair now [Part 3: vomit limeade] [Verse] Huh, I might fuck his hoe upside down I might just cop my pack from Planet 51 I done got me some alien loud (alien) Said I gotta TECH, no, I got to tech him Stayed in the field, now I'm doing em foul Your Draq jams, from the six you holding in there You can go six feet in the ground (bitch) I'm on a whole different wavelength Don't turn tides with me, buddy I'm so fried, I stay crisp, don't let the oil fly, buddy Please don't talk, my J lit, blow smoke in your eye, buddy Got blue pockets like a crip, watch you plead the five, dummy Bitch I feel like the next Yeezus, all of this heat, tis the season You ain't never up a bag, or ever pop a tag What's broke don't cheap it (don't cheap it) I put his face to the cement, sequence, his bitch eat semen in a sequin All of these drugs, only thing I'm seeking Boy you not geeking, like me You not geeking like me Your not a geeker, you just a geek I got a problem, I'm probably carrying lava I'm keeping the heat in the seat Give me the yart, my brain in a jar til tomorrow I ain't slept good all week I had to jump in the fire, knew my heart was alive But the mud got me up from defeat Out my marbles like a game of mancala White neck on her, Miley, Madonna I sip pink, your ass sip vomit I sip pink, your ass sip vomit Off a oom, I'm a melt like Dali Bat shit flow, now I feel like Ozzy Top of my game, there ain't nobody like me Mask on the dash, I move smooth not shiesty [Part 4: waldo sweata] [Verse] Huh, they looking for my swag, that's Waldo sweater Put it on wax like some damn live resin That I been him, since like I can't remember It seem like yesterday, me, D, & Lyssa Walked right through the street of the 4, fucking shit up I'm with the gang, so no, we not the same Let the gas leak again, yo whole whip get lit up You don't know nothing about me Fuck bout a diss, cop a clip in yo county Boy it's a wrap like the top of Punjabi Spliff getting to punching like Ali Shawty goin ride, I don't think she a vibe Like I don't got the time for yo bullshit Price on my head, it's whatever, I lost it Pop bitch, only sip Rep, she toxic (ew) Shawty don't fuck up my mojo DEAD in the cut, light a spi’ out in Soho Shawty can't help but to showboat I got a slug for the back of a bozo (brr) All I been sipping is rojo, three-five of dank Put yo bitch in a chokehold Chewbacca coat, I went Solo Skinny hoe, only want the bone like Coco Don't got a tool, I got the metal like a crowbar Talking shit, goin need a stitch like aloha Air em, any condition, this ain't a drive by We bake a nigga for his chicken like a pot pie I see these niggas as pussy, they got cat eyes Keep a blick in this bitch, paranoid high He not up, but he did get air time Lame, you plains in my lane like a air line [Part 5: golden hand] [Verse] Suh, I pop that seal like fuck Peta Yop aim at his stomach Boy I'm sick, he had that gut feeling Like I go dumb, you can't pin it Fuck you and yo codefendant Red beam look like Homelander Red in the whip like Dopinder, let's go Gold teeth, gold Glock, gold watch, I got the Midas touch Codeine, I don't do the liquor that much Feeling like 2Hollis, jeans goin make her a slut My whip on Captain Falcon Get out, in the pussy I'm sunken Hole in em, world run on Dunkin Pissant, you not him, you bugging Outside watch me bool with my cousins I want the good, the bad, and the ugly I can paint the town red, off dis doja Imagine what I would do off an oxy Hm, you cannot pop like this Hm, you cannot pop like this, no I pop yo main bitch, I pop yo whole clique I pop the whole ass pharmacy store Nigga, you ain't shit, don't you get angry The sun getting low, since you think you the Hulk Flashiest nigga, the beam unprovoked, watch how I float [Part 6: decorative egg] [Verse] Yeah, watch I float like the world is my oyster Hell in the chamber, got fire in the holster High every minute, I forgot I was coping How you my blood, when them scars was open? Parched in the morning, I need me a drink All of the times I wish I was more focused Brain in a haze, so it's harder to think Mom said I got problems with smoking and spending I don't spend time to change, I just sin it Most of the time I want love, but I panic Boy egg can get cracked like Super Buu Heart in the river, I'm steady just standing Look at the world like it's me v you Teeth covered in gold like a decorative egg Boujee with pride, pint more than your coupe, yeah [Part 7: sackboy] [Verse] Go, I'm so fried hoe, I'm feeling like a rice bowl Dirty shooter, aim clean, no Lysol GTHM boys got the Nerf for the nightfall Boy said he was in the cut, that's not what I saw Niggas want me dead, I'm a outlaw You got no bark nor bite, but you a guard dog Pockets nothing but the numbers like a call log I see the vision, put a bullet in his eyeball Wait, I can fuck up your whole camp, so stay attentive in that tent I'm a misfit with no missed fits He cap, he went caped, he Clark Kent Try to compromise but he can't I leave a copperhead, a dead snake And it's all fin, for the jakes, I'm awake (red) Top of the totem, top from your hoe, I'm like top of the morning Two tone wrist, don't tick, I'm Sora Game on lock, get got, get gory Ripping dis bitch, I insist on a lick You can suck my dick, I'm a forge this forty Niggas legit think that they spit like this I Tupac that bitch, that's the end of the story I got this shit on lock, I be so high, can't stand it That bitch wanna hit my blunt Hoe, you smell like a reindeer ass, keep prancing I just been running to the sack boy Bitch, I'm on a Little Big Planet Nigga I get higher than a asteroid No titties on yo chop, nigga can it (the fu-?) [Part 8: p!nk runtz] [Intro] Yassuh, whore Suh, suh [Verse] I got the world in my hand, your mans popped for a band And some pink in my cup, so what? Cup full of snail, hoe you cannot sip my ale I can't give the slime to a slut Your plug sold you a zip of some lawn mower clips You will never get higher than us I'm off a yart in that whip I got Liz in this bitch like Ms. Friz' finna whip in that bus I'm not religious at all but know holy resolve Cross me, than it's up to the Lord Cerebral on Buffalo Bill, on the beat muzzle me When I leave, it's a bloody decor Rest assure, assured I get no rest I'm bout toasted more than a smore If you not talkin bout pape or some lame I can spray Just please find your ass to the door [Part 9: lex luthor v tha alien] [Intro] Suh, whore, see Bitch I feel like Lex Luthor (I do) Spliff punch like 1A, but everything I do A1 (You feel me, y'all don't feel me, suh) [Verse] Fuck everybody, that's on my body The pack be the loudest, silence the shotty I'm not even close to pissed, don't get me started The more niggas got my meat on they grill, I turn to a Ocky (what the fu-) Better stick to just dogging your hand lil bro, I treat yo bitch like a mutt You get hit with the heat like a tan like boe' They ain't told you the block stay hot? Seen so many birds come out in my time There's a scar where his beak got shot Bitch I'm really top three in like all of the lanes Niggas never goin take my spot I'm a put em on a stretch so he better not cap like Usopp I don't play that shit, I just carry a switch Get to kicking hoes out like Blue Lock, and I hate these niggas They can hang from a noose, or kiss a KIL-TEC in a tree top And the bitch on dick, gotta spike on the glick Give me space like Cowboy Bebop, like Hoe, I won't jus take over the game, I been determined Dead guys who I smoked today, the morgue got a new purpose Not a person, I'm a walking, talking, balling, fallen, carcass Get to sparking, try me, he goin eat the apple like he Turles Like, toodles, chopstick to his noodle Do that nigga so stupid, wet his block, the chop drooling Flow cold, bitch I'm cooling, stay in space, I toke Luma My mud from Shibuya, it's REDFACE, what it's to ya, whore [Part 10: the grand finale] [Verse] Look, it took a lot to make it here Trials and tribulations in my atmosphere Where I looked down on myself, I looked up and persevered The only thing I looked forward to Was death when I was young and I'm still here My mind still ain't clear, I'm living in false fear Whatever the weather, I feel the storm finally not near The wheel steers, until I make my way up the road again Heart cold, steady looking for copes Remote in a frozen bed, looking for holy lands I'm living for me now, relief in a death bed I recollect the memories, the trips with my best friends The time just really flies, now a man with no plan Looks out in the world, head high, with a helped hand So everyone who got me, I won't croak 'til my world ends Dump out the sand, the background for the malice I see these niggas as pussy, there's stones in they glass palace The only thing that I seek now is some balance And a halt from my habits, but I'll never stop believing in my passion I'm too good at it, and any nigga think he near my bracket You all suck, I'm just the first like Draco, to recap it and reek havoc It's up, and I've been fiending for that action I'm the one and only goat, & this is the grand finale