Barbarian Bars
Too hard for you geeks
Party people in the place to be
I’m the man that the fans can’t wait to see
When I step up on the stage and spotlight’s on
Ruste Juxx puttin’ Clown Heights on
I don’t give a what, put the fracks in your face bowl
Good paid lawyer, I could get the case throwed
Out with the trash, gotta get cash
No time to stove, I’m a no sweet fash
Middle finger up, point it at the polace
Rep my set killa cards yea fo life
Dalla dally in the trenches, GI Joe
Now I scratch that, I blast like deathrow
Spittin’ the best flow, stay switchin’ up
Like a picture from the mail when I hit you up
Arcitype got the barbaric beats
And my bars is barbaric, too hard for you geeks
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First of all most I’d like to thank nobody
Non-believers tryna treat me like I’m nobody
Like I ain’t hotter than who you think is the hottest
I’m the greatest of all time and I’m just being modest
Line for line, a architect designer
But where the diamonds? Shawnna this the miner
16 shootin’, my rap books is full clips
Back in the day I would push weed and pull bricks
Tug of war type, thuggin’ all night
Until the dawn crack, I’mma put you on black
Hoodie black, jeans black, OJ gloves
Rappers singin’ like they down, lil gay love
Put ‘em in a coma soon as they wake up
I put ‘em back out, shux known to act out
Arcitype got the barbaric beats
And my bars is barbaric, too hard for you geeks
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For you silicone cats, I don’t mess with phonies
I’m the type that would keep the drawers closin’ on me
This aimin’ at you but I roast your homie
Cuz they comin’ for the kid like chunks of coanie
Barbarian bars, handle the whole weight
Lessons to you rappers that thinkin’ I’m all fake
Bars, before the dawn narralates
You could smack with both hands like medicate
Success is a smell you can’t fan away
Always on my ground, never run away
I’m arrogant, my attitude not having it
Somebody rap the blaster like a backstage laminate
Better than average, king underground type
Not from Brooklyn but I’m reaching for the crown heights
It’s competition, I’ll bury it
With these bars I’mma rap barbarian
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