🎵 NEW SUN // by Kill Bill: The Rapper

20 ContributorsNEW SUN Lyrics [Intro: Rav] Where's my snare? I can't hear my snare My snare... (R-A-V) [Verse 1: Rav] 'Twas all fun and games, 'til the senpai came Best in the game and I rest my case On that "Tribe Called Quest type, I'm gon' gets mine I won't flex my hentai" brain Who knows what meeting ends might bring? Who knows what when I'm in my way? Steer my flame with a judo cut And you do throw butt when you hear my name Okay, I'm lost with myself again, ooh Pissed off and depressed, I am, true Used to get across, now I guess I can't Catch me moving through the moss with a stressed type grin Look, I don't want nothing I don't need to know I've no love to give, god, leave me alone I won't give my love, gots to get your own Stomp on my insides, climb and kiss the moon [Interlude: Kill Bill: The Rapper] Ayo, I might fuck around and... uh Main Ice Climbers in Smash And win the tournament without wobbling Check it [Verse 2: Kill Bill] Fuck around with yours but, bitch, I'm keeping my pieces Deep inside the canvas buried deep inside beaches Jolly Roger 'prolly dodging cop cars off the freeway Thrift store rappers cop bars off of eBay Careful what your steez say, try and catch buds It's best of a featest, legs screaming out From the chest up, I'm fiending Beefing with my Jesus, cleaning 'Didas Getting creased, let these calves get to work It's getting messy at the table covered napkin and shirt We cutting body parts, lavender hues inside the pigments Try to box me in and ain't no room inside your figments I'm on Huger Street the crew is truly deep we mobbin' loc The motto's think fast even though we talking slow Gold mouth, ho, we dripping dust chasing with the twisted lust Try to tip-toe but all these demons try to trip me up Hit me with that pistol butt, swear I'll haunt yo' mama house, bitch [Verse 3: Rav & Kill Bill: The Rapper] Ayy, you know how it is Back up in this motherfucker acting like that motherfucker, bitch Ayy, we been with the shits Half you lil' motherfuckers acting like you onto something Bitch, wait, screw the politics Cracking up at motherfuckers rapping like they something other You're bitch made, feel the slip on your grip Who gassin' up you motherfucking rappers is a motherfucker (Ha!) Still fuckin' up Townsville Yeah, still on the block in my burgundy brown silk It's till fuck cops, I don't say it just to sound trill Ayo, it's still fuck the plot, and the urgency they spout still Sounds ill — Yeah, I'd rather not, that don't sound right Wow, Bill — Shark's teeth lodged in the mouse bite Bounce still Car keys lost where I drowned my doubts Chill — Rather be locked on the outside [Ambient sounds]