(No Ratings Yet)Damn son! This was a difficult one. Extinguishers at the ready please, these are 100 bars of pure fire from big Genesis Elijah. Guy kills it over the whole span of the track, with spot on wordplay and sick imagery. Best of all?…
VERSE 1:
- First of all, shouts to ¿ and Audible
- All of the UK stand up like you’ve just been ordered to
- Genesis the General, at ease, let me talk to you
- Haters check my middle finger, it’s all in support of you
- It’s my time, I ain’t really got any more to lose
- On many tracks, leave the studio; we call it Waterloo
- You ain’t a balla, who you talking to?
- You’re full of shit, and you ain’t never been flushed
- You’re a Portaloo.
- Your style’s diluted; orange squash
- Watered down
- If Hip Hop’s dead then I’m dragging its dead corpse around
- You’d swear my name was on the pavement how I walk around
- You broke rappers got no credit; how could you call me out?
- It’s unfair to compare me with all these clowns
- I trap them in the circus tent before I torch it down
- I’m old school, I sell quarters for forty pound
- Warring me is suicide and I ain’t trying to talk you down
- Please jump, I’ll be waiting at the bottom
- Put your body in a body bag, weighted at the bottom
- Throw it in the Thames, have you sailing to the bottom
- Or leave it in your place until the neighbours smell the rotten
- It’s the road rage creator
- Wait, have you forgotten?!
- Juggernaut on stage so there’s no way that you could stop him
- Astronaut in space, you need a telescope to spot him
- I stopped moving weight after weighing up my options
- Let’s break the ice mate
- They call me Genesis Elijah
- My government name’s Nathaniel Bygrade
- This world’s trying to crack me but I’ve got my ice skates
- Why? ‘Cos Hell’ll freeze over before I break
- Straight to the point, never talk sideways
- Might answer with a blade ‘cos I don’t talk primate
- Right great, blaze mics from here to the Tri-State
- Try playing mind games I’ll raise up the crime rate
- You know my flow’s heavier than sumo
- Nicer than Lucy Lu but uglier than Su-Bo
- Move around the globe, I'm anywhere they do shows
- Pocket bulging: money notes; dollars, yens and euros
- Too old for funny games, front, but let you dudes know
- My goons get the last laugh
- My lawyers find the loopholes
- Remember me from high street?
- Might have moved a few Os
- Wrapped ? beany ? when it got too cold
- I’ve verified these guys are living lies
- Get inside the booth then rhyme a different life
- Might see the same day but we rise at different times
- Might walk the same road but I’m on a different side
- That boy’s pussy but always quick to hype
- Tell him I put son down early like winter nights
- Talking about you’re ride or die, that isn’t right
- You ain’t been on no rides so why are you still alive?
- Check my back catalogue, there’s nothing you can rival
- You’re staring at the bullet through the barrel of a rifle
- Poking at the trigger son, you’re bound to get an eyeful
- Powerful on tracks, my vocals tower like the Eiffel
- It feels great being me, why the fuck would I do it like you?
- In high school took out pupils like Stevie's eyeballs
- Nothing for me to fight through
- When I’m done they’ll cover this kid’s face with a blanket
- Nothing to do with Michael
- Fuck what you write fool, nigga you talk shit
- I just laugh how you dissing each other you’re all shit
- Fuck the gun talk, you’re Jay Z’s face; all lip
- Rock the bells, man I’m LL God with a ?
- Spit off the ball pit
- I’m a Glock with a full clip
- Got a big cock and bollocks
- I prop with a fork lift
- So hot I record this in a bottomless war spit
- If it’s off of the top, I lick off your top like a four fifth
- That’s my 64th bar, got another three six
- You got chill barred, I got a fucking fortress
- I ain’t trying to share hard dough
- I’m cutting door steps
- Been here before ? was talking, we only got four left
- You don’t get that rappers don’t talk like you’re a war vet
- You ain’t never worn a vest, you ain’t left 6th Form yet
- You can’t talk rap, you ain’t been informed yet
- You still got a soft spot, your head top ain’t even formed yet
- Nobody born yet can match my ability
- See me? I don’t do rap battles, I do killing sprees
- I don’t mean killing beats
- If I don’t make the DJs who get UK mixtapes
- Then it loses credibility
- I’m in a different league, process info at a different speed
- Than most, I’m coasting, pick a beach
- We can go head to head fam, pick a beat
- I’ll take your head off your shoulders
- And post it to your missus B
- If I ever leave the game you’ll be missing me
- Left before, came back and I didn’t miss a beat
- Heard some dickhead speaking bollocks like I missed my peak
- I didn’t even reply man, I just kissed my teeth
- You can kiss my arse, I look at all you pricks and laugh
- Fuck the industry, don’t be expecting a Xmas card
- I’ll have you stripped in glass, each bar’s a pistol blast
- Of course I’m the last man standing; I was built to last
- Last year I used to email DJs heat, and get no reply
- Man where was the common decency?
- Now they see me in the street and wanna speak to me
- ‘Cos my stock is rising like childhood obesity
- They see my flock of followers and act sheepishly
- Because they know me reaching the top has already been forseen
- When you’re living the life you want, there’s no need for dreams
- Your life’s a nightmare, you drink, try deleting scenes
- Insane with an insane flow
- They know I’m the next to blow
- Fuck all that fruity shit, I’m the end of the rainbow
- Chain smoke rappers, kill tracks by the train load
- Just gave you a quick one hundred – Usain Bolt!
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