NotoriousOutlawRecords
Elite
Legendary Super Upbeat Ultra Supreme Bass Test meets 50s Soul and 90s gritty street flow-etry Hip-hop type Banger with clean clear crisp male vocals and centered engineering
https://suno.com/s/Mru1cEwjpfxwuNF4
Now I'ma need sum one anyone...
To come in here & explain exactly...
Just how & the fuck, a five foot seven midget!
Is supposed to scare anyone, huh?!
Tupac-Biggie to set up mop deep to
Ruff Rider three six, true mafia shit
Take the bone from any thug sing'n harmony
Celly Cell Melly Mel with just a run of this D. M. C.
Take all yo fattest beasts & slay em with a Jam mastered by my Jay-Two
A hawked golden eagle eye'd pist pole
Spit'n lava fire out an eye Rock Z
Run up on Em like given the Left Eye to all queens holler'n no louder than a Queef
Ah Merc all yo bank rolls like a donut full ah jelly
Stay jelly like Nelly get'n the Fif
Just crickets from kids at rock flop concerts
Insert the Usurp as if this Wyatt just Erp't the Erk as fuck
What is luck pull up K. R. S. on One
Two Three pussy ah ah ah hahaha
Bars etched harder-deeper than the pain
Forever stuck on Scar-Face's-face
Pull a Drake on all these Ken's dick'n Lamar
And harder than Meek being ran thru
Shady as fuck views of Slim men
Who pop back knock off name brands
Woo Lee Conned men
Who thinks this lids just a little harsher of a creator than any Taylor
Or is it just another Tay-Ler lurking on the edge of this blade?!
Just tay-ders when it comes to this pen
Just look at how eye took the roots from out from under all man precious turfs
Just Astros and I'm going all in-on all man
Not just rappers man
And although my verbal roasts of names in the game
Isn't anything for the Fame
This Nerrellian flow-flow flow-etry
Is everything the game needs
Like a D. M. X. chin check from the neck up
And Master P set trip'n on Death Row
Snoop all the dogs outa the pound with just one Howell
Take these glocks up side yo small ass Dome sized domes forty times
As if I just machine gun-gunned down all yo gʻæy as fuck kids
Shadier than Death Shadow motherufckers
Slimmer than an anorexic Slimer
Grime'ier than all twelve of them nukas from the devil's town
I got no curtsy for any Curt it's curtains for any unit okay Gee
And this-this is for when all dudes catch wind
And responds with huge massive puffs of hot as fuck air
Just breath in these hard as fuck bars
As if I just leaned in-on my
Raw as fuck Ruckus like attitude and just gone & went all fuck'n in
Full fuck'n tilt on the Trigs
And you stuck & fucked like being trapped with a tiger in a basement
And Ay sap't the rock bottom of a bootleg bottle up side yo heads
And eye know U can fit plenty more than just eight in a duffle
Won't no-any one eye'd wanna be version of the devil-lucifer or satan put any types of
Fear, regret or shame up in this heart, my sons
And I put that on east side strangler'n all the violent intent from outa all man
Oh man call all yo man's when U happen to hear this
Like oh ah and hey Tommy boys any time U wanna bet Mad Childs for Scubious of Pips
Let me know kid, all u less than mid & not even basic
Not even as simplistic as murder see
Get shocked fuck'n with the silk of this pimp
Be left short as fuck-fuck'n with No Recs too
Now how should one end such a diss
If I can just keep going and going
On and on and on and on but ah
By a pussy trump fist to
In all these sour faced loud mouth trouts
Cuz won't no man, fed, deity, or any personification of evil, ever put
Any types or kinds of fears in me-boy!
Hahaha Hahaha Hahaha Hahaha Hahaha Hahaha Hahaha Hahaha Hahaha Hahaha Hahaha Hahaha Hahaha Hahaha Hahaha Hahaha Hahaha
Ay man you gotta...
You gotta live your life...
With Absolutely No Fear!
Absolutely fuck'n Fearless!
https://suno.com/s/Mru1cEwjpfxwuNF4
Now I'ma need sum one anyone...
To come in here & explain exactly...
Just how & the fuck, a five foot seven midget!
Is supposed to scare anyone, huh?!
Tupac-Biggie to set up mop deep to
Ruff Rider three six, true mafia shit
Take the bone from any thug sing'n harmony
Celly Cell Melly Mel with just a run of this D. M. C.
Take all yo fattest beasts & slay em with a Jam mastered by my Jay-Two
A hawked golden eagle eye'd pist pole
Spit'n lava fire out an eye Rock Z
Run up on Em like given the Left Eye to all queens holler'n no louder than a Queef
Ah Merc all yo bank rolls like a donut full ah jelly
Stay jelly like Nelly get'n the Fif
Just crickets from kids at rock flop concerts
Insert the Usurp as if this Wyatt just Erp't the Erk as fuck
What is luck pull up K. R. S. on One
Two Three pussy ah ah ah hahaha
Bars etched harder-deeper than the pain
Forever stuck on Scar-Face's-face
Pull a Drake on all these Ken's dick'n Lamar
And harder than Meek being ran thru
Shady as fuck views of Slim men
Who pop back knock off name brands
Woo Lee Conned men
Who thinks this lids just a little harsher of a creator than any Taylor
Or is it just another Tay-Ler lurking on the edge of this blade?!
Just tay-ders when it comes to this pen
Just look at how eye took the roots from out from under all man precious turfs
Just Astros and I'm going all in-on all man
Not just rappers man
And although my verbal roasts of names in the game
Isn't anything for the Fame
This Nerrellian flow-flow flow-etry
Is everything the game needs
Like a D. M. X. chin check from the neck up
And Master P set trip'n on Death Row
Snoop all the dogs outa the pound with just one Howell
Take these glocks up side yo small ass Dome sized domes forty times
As if I just machine gun-gunned down all yo gʻæy as fuck kids
Shadier than Death Shadow motherufckers
Slimmer than an anorexic Slimer
Grime'ier than all twelve of them nukas from the devil's town
I got no curtsy for any Curt it's curtains for any unit okay Gee
And this-this is for when all dudes catch wind
And responds with huge massive puffs of hot as fuck air
Just breath in these hard as fuck bars
As if I just leaned in-on my
Raw as fuck Ruckus like attitude and just gone & went all fuck'n in
Full fuck'n tilt on the Trigs
And you stuck & fucked like being trapped with a tiger in a basement
And Ay sap't the rock bottom of a bootleg bottle up side yo heads
And eye know U can fit plenty more than just eight in a duffle
Won't no-any one eye'd wanna be version of the devil-lucifer or satan put any types of
Fear, regret or shame up in this heart, my sons
And I put that on east side strangler'n all the violent intent from outa all man
Oh man call all yo man's when U happen to hear this
Like oh ah and hey Tommy boys any time U wanna bet Mad Childs for Scubious of Pips
Let me know kid, all u less than mid & not even basic
Not even as simplistic as murder see
Get shocked fuck'n with the silk of this pimp
Be left short as fuck-fuck'n with No Recs too
Now how should one end such a diss
If I can just keep going and going
On and on and on and on but ah
By a pussy trump fist to
In all these sour faced loud mouth trouts
Cuz won't no man, fed, deity, or any personification of evil, ever put
Any types or kinds of fears in me-boy!
Hahaha Hahaha Hahaha Hahaha Hahaha Hahaha Hahaha Hahaha Hahaha Hahaha Hahaha Hahaha Hahaha Hahaha Hahaha Hahaha Hahaha
Ay man you gotta...
You gotta live your life...
With Absolutely No Fear!
Absolutely fuck'n Fearless!
