dterpsss
Hyperliquid.
""I am a walking affirmation , that imagination and focus will get you closer to your aspirations.""
Thought > your favorite rapper
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""I am a walking affirmation , that imagination and focus will get you closer to your aspirations.""
Thought > your favorite rapper
dterpsss
Hyperliquid.
and dropping knowledge
" Criminal records like record sales, make it heads or tails/ We like Henrietta Lacks up in the cells"
" Criminal records like record sales, make it heads or tails/ We like Henrietta Lacks up in the cells"
Hoodoo Child
The Urban Legend
A CRIMINALLY underrated MC
Splakavellie504
Superstar
This is a historical moment in hip-hop
PhonZhi
Veteran
Makes me sad that this type of hiphop has to be "found" while the most ignorant, anti-intelligent, lowest common denominator BS gets the largest platform
Damn dog you made my day with this , you all reply to this, haven't heard anyone spit like this LONG fukkING TIME damn,
Kyle C. Barker
Migos VERZUZ Mahalia Jackson
Should be in consideration for a top 10 spot on anyone's list
dterpsss
Hyperliquid.
yes sir, I'm still dissecting it
dterpsss
Hyperliquid.
yup he stay humble
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dterpsss
Hyperliquid.
MASTERPIECE
I'm sorry for your loss
There's somebody dead in the car and it's probably one of y'all's
The writing all across the window and the walls
Whether it was true or false we shouldn't have got involved remember
We walked past the teacher take the chalk and laugh
We wrote punishments "I will not talk in class"
Now it's pistols punishing people for talking fast
And all these innocent bystanders is hauling ass
I hate to say I told y'all, but I told y'all
Things fall apart when the center to weak to hold y'all
I'm just collecting what you owed to my old jawn
You 'bout to get swooped down and stoled on
Fools swear they wise
Wise men know they foolish
But we was heading for the web even before computers
I never thought you'd give me a reason to do this
Cain and Abel, Jesus and Judas
Caesar and Brutus I see intruders, avert your eyes
I told you keep out of the hood, circumsice
How could you sleep I thought you always was the first to ride
Ay yo you heard the line, "everybody plays the fool?"
Well I'll be that exception to the rule
The principal that hand deliver lessons to the school
I was making major moves
My dollar deja vu
My mission more my ambition was brandishing the tool to be an icon
Wearing slippers made of python
Getting mine quicker 'cuz I'm slick as a pipeline
Transportin' the oil, tribulation and toil hit the operation
But i'm back on the soil
Got my crown tilted, my gown quilted
Silk with cashmere, burn a room down in a minute
Built it last year, newsflash
I dodged a bullet that killed the cashier
My homie told me to come with him to the mass chair
Them brothers said don't go from written bars filled with rage
To primetime television, and you guilded cage
Then forget it's people in the world still enslaved
I barb-wired my wrist, and let it fill the page
Gunfire and flares, sirens glare
Im in an iron chair with people who care
Don't get the lion's share
When i don't give a fukk then I ain't fair
I'm on a higher tier where people getting money like the finest here
Cash the herald i'm fresh chop a bevel wrap on the doctrine
Levels so F. Scott Fitzgerald
Maybe I'm the new Rakim
Maybe I'm fat Pharaohe
Undergarments of armor be my intimate apparel
Pre-Kardashian Kanye My rhyme-play immaculate
Same cadence as D.O.C Pre-accident
Maybe my acumen on par With Kool G Rap and them
Give me the proper respect Mu'fukka we back again
For a couple things we lost in the fire
The drive, a desire to perform on a higher plateau
I'm at that show lost in a Maya
Wondering how he got so far from inspired
Look, when photos was sepia-toned
And record-players was something you would keep in ya home
Yo the traveller the meaning of Tariq he was known
For the exemplary performance, uniquely his own
I made the 21-pound for some a new found religion
When money's put down, it's only one sound to make
O.G's and young lions equally proud to listen
Cuz he got almalgamism a algorithm
Coming from where only kings and crowns permitted
The darkness where archaeologists found
My image in parchment rolled into a scroll
Holding a message for you, it says
"The only thing for sure is taxes, death, and trouble"
The anomaly swore solemnly, high snobbity
Freakonomics of war policy, dichotomy
That's Heaven and Hades
Tigris and Euphrates
His highness
The apple of the iris of to you ladies
As babies, we went from Similac and Enfamil
To the internet and fentanyl where all consent was still against the will
I got that detox for y'all
The microphone Doctor Black Deepak Chopra
I'm a griat that make you wanna peacock your arm
Every heavy dignitary paying me top regards
Boy I'm three octaves far From ya binoculars
So that smart money 'finna get the heat out the car
Yo I'm K-dot-Lamar meets 2Pac Shakur
Got profiled by a few cops, too hot to charge, listen
Somebody said a price tag was on a rapper's head
So we gon' see a nice bag when a rapper dead
The mast black, the flag green, black and red
They'll probaly wave a white flag after plasma shed
No doubt, yo the game went they own route
I can't explain what these lame kids is talking 'bout
Or how they fit they whole foot into they own mouth
I put a couple bodies in a brown bag
Then I'm on route
I'm sneaker-shopping with my son in size 8
Prior to they release, 'cuz why wait?
Look, in my state I got electrified gates
For these blase guys hatin' at a high rate
'Cuz I dodged fate, then got great
The fly straight
If we ain't family or friends, then we don't vibrate, and I'm that
Gun in y'all face, none of y'all safe
If I catch you at the right time in the wrong place, slippin'
Sippin' on something with a strong taste
Like whiskey or bootleg Bourbon with a corn base
My lavont tape resemble a vehicular threat
The mic I spray, resembling a sickle of death
It ain't strenuous to come from a continuous breath
I set fire to the venue, I'm a spin you in step
Rinse, repeat! You checkin' for the sound of the beats
I'm the hound, I'm a creep, I get down, I'm a eat
I'm a keep something to lay a nay-sayer to sleep
Playing with heat, nobody and nothing fukking with 'Riq
Yo these weaklings is claiming they cutting up in the street
nikka peace, you ain't working with nothing but the police, listen
You ain't finna be nothing but the deceased, listen
You in a turn and him with a permanent crease
I strike fear in the hearts of rap figures
Who mind bear the stigmas of time, no black privilege
From boom-blap nikkas, to trap nikkas
You in the trap with us, where the lions is at
Vivid as the walls on the graph
Or the graph by the Lord of Wrath
I reside between the seconds on the chronograph
How much more CB4 can we afford?
It's like a Sharia law on my My Cherie Amour
How much hypocrisy can people possibly adore
But ain't nobody working on a cure? My young boy
Y'all just regular, I'm a Apex Predator
Brim stay fresh, feathered up, etcetera
Nevertheless, I got a message and left
One dead messenger, yep
My pen is Henry Kissinger, Buzz Bissinger, look
My Caporegime, Mr. No Redeem
And my oldest son I named Salim, outta New Orleans
Took a golf cart, to the block a rock
From the Waldorf
What was on the wall?
That depend on what you call art
I'm a say 300k ain't even in the ballpark
I charge more just for awkward small talk, so yes
Who's fukkin' with it if it's not the best
I get the lobby painted fresh upon my request
It's cop ya S, his holiness
Stop the press, that cobalt blue
Reminiscing on my caresh
Lord, we got [?] for you
Let him inside your back with blackseed oil
The foundation is firm, the flags need soil
Me? I need royalty because I bleed royal
Go through the veins to the brain, fabulous and strange
My journalistic reins is a catalyst for change
It got anybody to listen pissing flames
And 'cuz the Hall of Fame got so many missing names
I'll acknowledge the, original peoples, not Oliver
Y'all will get the next challenger for Excalibur
I'm more policed for my core beliefs
They tried to catch me and brand me on the cheek
With a fleur-de-lis
This side of my heart'll be more discrete
I'm international, my passport page is like War and Peace
I've always played my part, from the start
Back in Philly where the triggers is mandatory to spark
Where the slightest inflammatory remarks
Will have you and living in a category apart, listen
A grain of salt'll tip the scales, it never fails
Walk on eggshells, sleep on a bed of nails
Criminal records like record-sales
Making heads or tails, we like Henrietta 'acks
Up in the cells
My mother was a working class very lovin' woman
Who struggled, every dinner could've been the last summer
I come home, chasing good-for-nothing half-cousins
And then walk in the crib to the smell of crack cookin'
She was introduced to that substance abuse
On some of the strongest drugs that the government produced
Look, I even got excused by the principal
My story is out of the dub-dub interview
I seen some ice-cold summers, hot winters too
I never thought I'd win Grammy Awards with The Roots
I never thought I would be getting long in a tooth
My O.G. told me "Boy, you better go and live your truth"
I am a walking affirmation
That imagination and focus and patience get you closer to your aspiration
And just cuz they give you shyt don't mean you have to take it
My words capture greatness, sworn affidavits
Yours truly, the celestial being and you stay
See him pullin' up in a fresh European
Hot, stepping out of it
Dressed to a T and not another got more soul (Seoul) 'less you Korean
I've been, having visions of Nat Turner holding his master's head
Like Yorick and Horatio in Hamlet
Smacking it like a tennis racket under-handed
Send a message through the 'Gram, "The Eagle has landed"
Dressed in a military jacket made of canvas
I am no gorilla, I just make 'em go bananas
Outstanding, red, black and green bandanas
Cock hammers, hands on my chin as outstanders
Can't manage the way they wore, the just I bought it
Look, I'll fall and from the sky to see my calling
I'm not crawling, I'm a free man like Morgan
Seein' manhood in the hood's a damn good bargain
If a black man don't tap dance
And every girl that got a fat booty don't lapdance
Well I guess it's something wrong, huh?
nikkas completely uninformed
I don't burn bridges, yo I keep the hater's running for him
I ain't one of y'all peers
I'm the sum of all fears
"Somebody stronger than me," who that? I'm all ears
Like Obama, I wish he had another four years
Y'all some jolly-good Hollywood Squares
I'm like "Ahem, approach the author with your offering"
I spoil rappers rotten like my only offspring
Being his excellency gets to be exhausting
You win the residency or the one they call
King Dada, Ali Baba, The Talented Mr. Trotter
Inside of my right palm, the mark of the stigmata
Big Poppa with chopper
Ever reach off to chop him, mu'fukka
I'm stronger than the coffe out in Kaffa
All y'all nikkas vagina-hop
Remind me of Icona Pop
I step in the booth
I'm a bull inside a China Shop
Mollywopper watch another cotton-pickin' body drop
Every time he rock
Yo they actin' like it's Mardi Gras
'Til the party stop
Skirt off like she that Ferrari drop
So psyched he pumpin' that Earth, Wind and Fire body I
Cool a product doc a la Marina, all-body yacht
You seen another rapper clean him, mommy, probably not
How it feel to be the best that did it, I admit it
I'm visiting from planet bring these nikkas death in minutes
And y'all know I'm exquisite
Wicked as Wilson Pickett
The sickness I exhibit
I'm too legit to quit it
I don't fake it 'till I make it
I take it to the limit, and break it
Never tenor what I'm bout I'm represented
Infinite just like Chace is
Been a million places
Conversation is how beautiful my face is
People hating on how sophisticated my taste is
Then I pulled up on these motherfukkers, in a spaceship
Panther mind, I'm made of elements you can't combine
I'm at a level of intelligence you can't define
Einstein, Shakespeare, Voltaire, Tesla
Recordin' artist slash psychology professor
I preach for the eats, never fold under pressure
The beast from the east and I glide like Cryde Dexler
Ay yo, my new name is 85 X's
'Cuz I'm the rap game's certified specialist
When I was reckless I was worried 'bout the guest list
I'm helping rappers everywhere fulfill a death wish
Yo Flex, I'm glad we made contact
My nikka also know, this shyt for Combat
Brain matter contain too much data
I tell a story like fingerprints and blood splatter
I'm sorry for your loss
There's somebody dead in the car and it's probably one of y'all's
The writing all across the window and the walls
Whether it was true or false we shouldn't have got involved remember
We walked past the teacher take the chalk and laugh
We wrote punishments "I will not talk in class"
Now it's pistols punishing people for talking fast
And all these innocent bystanders is hauling ass
I hate to say I told y'all, but I told y'all
Things fall apart when the center to weak to hold y'all
I'm just collecting what you owed to my old jawn
You 'bout to get swooped down and stoled on
Fools swear they wise
Wise men know they foolish
But we was heading for the web even before computers
I never thought you'd give me a reason to do this
Cain and Abel, Jesus and Judas
Caesar and Brutus I see intruders, avert your eyes
I told you keep out of the hood, circumsice
How could you sleep I thought you always was the first to ride
Ay yo you heard the line, "everybody plays the fool?"
Well I'll be that exception to the rule
The principal that hand deliver lessons to the school
I was making major moves
My dollar deja vu
My mission more my ambition was brandishing the tool to be an icon
Wearing slippers made of python
Getting mine quicker 'cuz I'm slick as a pipeline
Transportin' the oil, tribulation and toil hit the operation
But i'm back on the soil
Got my crown tilted, my gown quilted
Silk with cashmere, burn a room down in a minute
Built it last year, newsflash
I dodged a bullet that killed the cashier
My homie told me to come with him to the mass chair
Them brothers said don't go from written bars filled with rage
To primetime television, and you guilded cage
Then forget it's people in the world still enslaved
I barb-wired my wrist, and let it fill the page
Gunfire and flares, sirens glare
Im in an iron chair with people who care
Don't get the lion's share
When i don't give a fukk then I ain't fair
I'm on a higher tier where people getting money like the finest here
Cash the herald i'm fresh chop a bevel wrap on the doctrine
Levels so F. Scott Fitzgerald
Maybe I'm the new Rakim
Maybe I'm fat Pharaohe
Undergarments of armor be my intimate apparel
Pre-Kardashian Kanye My rhyme-play immaculate
Same cadence as D.O.C Pre-accident
Maybe my acumen on par With Kool G Rap and them
Give me the proper respect Mu'fukka we back again
For a couple things we lost in the fire
The drive, a desire to perform on a higher plateau
I'm at that show lost in a Maya
Wondering how he got so far from inspired
Look, when photos was sepia-toned
And record-players was something you would keep in ya home
Yo the traveller the meaning of Tariq he was known
For the exemplary performance, uniquely his own
I made the 21-pound for some a new found religion
When money's put down, it's only one sound to make
O.G's and young lions equally proud to listen
Cuz he got almalgamism a algorithm
Coming from where only kings and crowns permitted
The darkness where archaeologists found
My image in parchment rolled into a scroll
Holding a message for you, it says
"The only thing for sure is taxes, death, and trouble"
The anomaly swore solemnly, high snobbity
Freakonomics of war policy, dichotomy
That's Heaven and Hades
Tigris and Euphrates
His highness
The apple of the iris of to you ladies
As babies, we went from Similac and Enfamil
To the internet and fentanyl where all consent was still against the will
I got that detox for y'all
The microphone Doctor Black Deepak Chopra
I'm a griat that make you wanna peacock your arm
Every heavy dignitary paying me top regards
Boy I'm three octaves far From ya binoculars
So that smart money 'finna get the heat out the car
Yo I'm K-dot-Lamar meets 2Pac Shakur
Got profiled by a few cops, too hot to charge, listen
Somebody said a price tag was on a rapper's head
So we gon' see a nice bag when a rapper dead
The mast black, the flag green, black and red
They'll probaly wave a white flag after plasma shed
No doubt, yo the game went they own route
I can't explain what these lame kids is talking 'bout
Or how they fit they whole foot into they own mouth
I put a couple bodies in a brown bag
Then I'm on route
I'm sneaker-shopping with my son in size 8
Prior to they release, 'cuz why wait?
Look, in my state I got electrified gates
For these blase guys hatin' at a high rate
'Cuz I dodged fate, then got great
The fly straight
If we ain't family or friends, then we don't vibrate, and I'm that
Gun in y'all face, none of y'all safe
If I catch you at the right time in the wrong place, slippin'
Sippin' on something with a strong taste
Like whiskey or bootleg Bourbon with a corn base
My lavont tape resemble a vehicular threat
The mic I spray, resembling a sickle of death
It ain't strenuous to come from a continuous breath
I set fire to the venue, I'm a spin you in step
Rinse, repeat! You checkin' for the sound of the beats
I'm the hound, I'm a creep, I get down, I'm a eat
I'm a keep something to lay a nay-sayer to sleep
Playing with heat, nobody and nothing fukking with 'Riq
Yo these weaklings is claiming they cutting up in the street
nikka peace, you ain't working with nothing but the police, listen
You ain't finna be nothing but the deceased, listen
You in a turn and him with a permanent crease
I strike fear in the hearts of rap figures
Who mind bear the stigmas of time, no black privilege
From boom-blap nikkas, to trap nikkas
You in the trap with us, where the lions is at
Vivid as the walls on the graph
Or the graph by the Lord of Wrath
I reside between the seconds on the chronograph
How much more CB4 can we afford?
It's like a Sharia law on my My Cherie Amour
How much hypocrisy can people possibly adore
But ain't nobody working on a cure? My young boy
Y'all just regular, I'm a Apex Predator
Brim stay fresh, feathered up, etcetera
Nevertheless, I got a message and left
One dead messenger, yep
My pen is Henry Kissinger, Buzz Bissinger, look
My Caporegime, Mr. No Redeem
And my oldest son I named Salim, outta New Orleans
Took a golf cart, to the block a rock
From the Waldorf
What was on the wall?
That depend on what you call art
I'm a say 300k ain't even in the ballpark
I charge more just for awkward small talk, so yes
Who's fukkin' with it if it's not the best
I get the lobby painted fresh upon my request
It's cop ya S, his holiness
Stop the press, that cobalt blue
Reminiscing on my caresh
Lord, we got [?] for you
Let him inside your back with blackseed oil
The foundation is firm, the flags need soil
Me? I need royalty because I bleed royal
Go through the veins to the brain, fabulous and strange
My journalistic reins is a catalyst for change
It got anybody to listen pissing flames
And 'cuz the Hall of Fame got so many missing names
I'll acknowledge the, original peoples, not Oliver
Y'all will get the next challenger for Excalibur
I'm more policed for my core beliefs
They tried to catch me and brand me on the cheek
With a fleur-de-lis
This side of my heart'll be more discrete
I'm international, my passport page is like War and Peace
I've always played my part, from the start
Back in Philly where the triggers is mandatory to spark
Where the slightest inflammatory remarks
Will have you and living in a category apart, listen
A grain of salt'll tip the scales, it never fails
Walk on eggshells, sleep on a bed of nails
Criminal records like record-sales
Making heads or tails, we like Henrietta 'acks
Up in the cells
My mother was a working class very lovin' woman
Who struggled, every dinner could've been the last summer
I come home, chasing good-for-nothing half-cousins
And then walk in the crib to the smell of crack cookin'
She was introduced to that substance abuse
On some of the strongest drugs that the government produced
Look, I even got excused by the principal
My story is out of the dub-dub interview
I seen some ice-cold summers, hot winters too
I never thought I'd win Grammy Awards with The Roots
I never thought I would be getting long in a tooth
My O.G. told me "Boy, you better go and live your truth"
I am a walking affirmation
That imagination and focus and patience get you closer to your aspiration
And just cuz they give you shyt don't mean you have to take it
My words capture greatness, sworn affidavits
Yours truly, the celestial being and you stay
See him pullin' up in a fresh European
Hot, stepping out of it
Dressed to a T and not another got more soul (Seoul) 'less you Korean
I've been, having visions of Nat Turner holding his master's head
Like Yorick and Horatio in Hamlet
Smacking it like a tennis racket under-handed
Send a message through the 'Gram, "The Eagle has landed"
Dressed in a military jacket made of canvas
I am no gorilla, I just make 'em go bananas
Outstanding, red, black and green bandanas
Cock hammers, hands on my chin as outstanders
Can't manage the way they wore, the just I bought it
Look, I'll fall and from the sky to see my calling
I'm not crawling, I'm a free man like Morgan
Seein' manhood in the hood's a damn good bargain
If a black man don't tap dance
And every girl that got a fat booty don't lapdance
Well I guess it's something wrong, huh?
nikkas completely uninformed
I don't burn bridges, yo I keep the hater's running for him
I ain't one of y'all peers
I'm the sum of all fears
"Somebody stronger than me," who that? I'm all ears
Like Obama, I wish he had another four years
Y'all some jolly-good Hollywood Squares
I'm like "Ahem, approach the author with your offering"
I spoil rappers rotten like my only offspring
Being his excellency gets to be exhausting
You win the residency or the one they call
King Dada, Ali Baba, The Talented Mr. Trotter
Inside of my right palm, the mark of the stigmata
Big Poppa with chopper
Ever reach off to chop him, mu'fukka
I'm stronger than the coffe out in Kaffa
All y'all nikkas vagina-hop
Remind me of Icona Pop
I step in the booth
I'm a bull inside a China Shop
Mollywopper watch another cotton-pickin' body drop
Every time he rock
Yo they actin' like it's Mardi Gras
'Til the party stop
Skirt off like she that Ferrari drop
So psyched he pumpin' that Earth, Wind and Fire body I
Cool a product doc a la Marina, all-body yacht
You seen another rapper clean him, mommy, probably not
How it feel to be the best that did it, I admit it
I'm visiting from planet bring these nikkas death in minutes
And y'all know I'm exquisite
Wicked as Wilson Pickett
The sickness I exhibit
I'm too legit to quit it
I don't fake it 'till I make it
I take it to the limit, and break it
Never tenor what I'm bout I'm represented
Infinite just like Chace is
Been a million places
Conversation is how beautiful my face is
People hating on how sophisticated my taste is
Then I pulled up on these motherfukkers, in a spaceship
Panther mind, I'm made of elements you can't combine
I'm at a level of intelligence you can't define
Einstein, Shakespeare, Voltaire, Tesla
Recordin' artist slash psychology professor
I preach for the eats, never fold under pressure
The beast from the east and I glide like Cryde Dexler
Ay yo, my new name is 85 X's
'Cuz I'm the rap game's certified specialist
When I was reckless I was worried 'bout the guest list
I'm helping rappers everywhere fulfill a death wish
Yo Flex, I'm glad we made contact
My nikka also know, this shyt for Combat
Brain matter contain too much data
I tell a story like fingerprints and blood splatter
dterpsss
Hyperliquid.
"The darkness where archaeologists found
My image in parchment rolled into a scroll"
My image in parchment rolled into a scroll"