Triumph Freestyle

By Jon Connor

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A lot of these rap niggas perpetrate

Shit bugs me, so I exterminate

A worm before they turn to snakes

Terminate with a turn to fate

Stick your nose in my business

My words a furnace, burn your face

Told me to write a sixteen

I walk out the booth with a murder case

When they ask me to write

It's like they ass getting sliced

With a ax or a knife

Want bars from Connor, you asking for life

It's a sentence in every sentence

What God say about vengeance?

Well, I'll tell you -- it's all mine

I was made in His image

We do numbers, y'all don't put up enough digits to scrimmage

Got balling down to a science

How you gonna fuck with a chemist?

I got a hell of a squad, like I'm surrounded by sinners

You don't want static; my niggas hoping for broken antennas

Fuck you talking about?

Shit, I be knocking them out

Like a lock in a sock to the mouth

Stopping a drought

Spitting that crack

And you letting the cop in the house -- for what?

It don't phase him when evasion is a part of the equation

They can't catch him, I run shit

They can't race him, just chase him

And if I was in your shoes, I wouldn't even lace them

But I had niggas' tongues tied when I'm finished blazing

I'm the Second Coming

Consistently killing verses

Now that's what I call a streak without being naked running

All I see is pussies, and I don't mean a naked woman

So I'm fucking y'all over and I'm enjoying every moment

A moment of silence for this moment of violence

Killing MC's, you'll really be fly when I send your soul to the highest

Ambulances and sirens

I be giving them hell, not just a chance of you dying

Also a chance of you frying

See, they turn to me with urgency

They know that I burn to be for eternity

My firm belief, I'm headstrong and this verse confirm you're weak

So turn your cheek, and wait for your turn to speak

This rap shit is child's play, it's hide-and-seek and you trying to peek

I'm taking a stand at a time

When everybody's still trying to find a seat

The flow is wet, so Sav know I got him when it's time to drop a leak

And every verse is fire, no way that they can compete

This is Lebron, Bosh and Wade, no way they can stop the heat

I tell em vamanos or watch em drop like dominos cause I'mma roast

Anybody that think they coming kinda close til I'm a ghost, fucker