It's Mad Lyrics

Yo

It's Clash of the Titans

Best on the mic shit

Fuck all the hype shit

Bare Slick vicious tracks

Swear down shit is frightening

Break down beats

Don't play me

Disintegrate gs

Mbappe drip

Wordplay flicks

Kyillion kick

Croatian licks

Golden boy

Flow with joy

Coldest voice

Old for toys

End the noise

Slicko here see right here, see my man wants war

Kick in the door

All them guys

Crack jaws

With all them rhymes

44s

Ain't about that life

Then crack on

I'll expose them lies

I'm getting so fucking tired

Of them liars

Just retire

Can't spit fire

Don't inspire

Not admired

Yeah I'm slick

Smooth like tyres

Dropped 3 tapes

Rock 3 stage

Looking for a great escape

Once my cheques get paid

This whole game

Will be burned in flames

Fuck your top 5

Fuck your top 2

What is he on to

Nothing but hot tunes

Looking for a bad b

Something like Tinashe

Make it get nasty

Leave her all splashy

Me I'm 5 star

Best fucking writer

Lyrical sniper

Fuck an all nighter

Worlds best striker

Never a shook one

Yeah I fight ya

Yeah I smite ya

Hip Hop Artist

Spit at all targets

Best I'm regarded

Never half hearted

MVP

Envy me

Let them see

Iyrical beast

In for a treat

This 2nd nature

Fishing for the paper

Figures be greater

Ball like a Laker

Or a Golden Stater

Shoot like Curry

Dark like Vader

Ayy that's mad

Ayy that's mad

Ayy that's mad

Ayy that's mad



Calm with the flow

Book me at your show

If you know you know

Say it ain't so

Iller than most

Slicker than Ghost

Mans got Power

Don't need to boast

Man don't care

Soul or drill

Flow for real, got no chill

All for the thrill

Might take skill

Must say still

In for the kill

Slicko