Preem Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh
Mic Swordz,Mic Swordz
Shepards Sounds what
*Sword sounds*
One time for ya mind
One time

[Verse 1]
Hide your wallets I skipped "Pick Pockets Anonymous,"
One man Voltron and shit running through the metropolis
A Scorpio with a torpedo according to Astrologists
Crush mics with mechanical arms like Dr. Octopus
Doctor the tracks up, Lex Luger the Chiropractor
Torcher Racking Vernacular f*ck your back up, finna' act up
I'm somewhere vibing you can't find me disguised to the blind
Third eye shining
When I be rhyming to keep my body in rhythm, I be bodying rhythm
Instrumental body bags my CD Packaging
Toe tagging snare drums and bass lines, sample assassin shit
Mental marksman always on target when I'm imagining
Got a ill mind I'm a "Telepathogen,"
The craziest telekinetic cross-heirs run from the blast radius,"Rap Atheist,"
My whole career I'll be a "Stubborn Swiss Army Knife,"
Could probably do it all but only do what I like...whaaat

[Hook: DJ Soko]
[They be making the best]
[Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with]
[A lyricist who never sweat, Comparing yourself to me is like a Benz to a Chevrolette]
[They see me in the streets. They be like, "Yo he nice,"]
[?]
[When you listen to my shit - you don't chew, you don't breathe, you'll miss a f*cking line]

[Verse 2]
Shout out to Belgium it's only right I eat a waffle
Noveliss dish the mic off better than Rondo
"Let Go My Ego" benevolent rebel
Settle the score travel the world selling out venues abroad We got you open, born in "shallow ends" never learned to swim
Empty pocket humble beginnings transitioning to flying over the Ocean
Beholding the braggadocious
Toasting to dreams converted to reality
Sipping in Paris with my fellow Free Kings
f*ck you mean we ain't the "Dream Team,"
Please I'm sick as Magic Johnson in Barcelona
Coming to terms with the fact that the throne had fallen to Michael Jordan
Hold the mic like a Swordsman, hiking through the Swiss Alps
I'll peal your scalp when coming off of the scalp
I want the clout, jump in the crowd, get out your seat and jump around
YOU RAPPING OVER YOUR VOCALS DON'T COME AROUND
I guess they'll never be able to shake the feeling they overlooking us
Niggas fear advancement the industry driven phobias
Independent real shit progressive underground metamorphosis
Globe trotting the Solar System the Forces up
And with you, Hop aboard the Millennium Falcon
Our bandwagon jet lagging to the maximum
Half of them came here to compare us to 90's crews
"Do You Fools Listen To Music Or Do You Just Skim Through It?" (RENEGAAAADE!)

[Hook: DJ Soko]
[They be making the best]
[Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with]
[A lyricist who never sweat, Comparing yourself to me is like a Benz to a Chevrolette]
[They see me in the streets. They be like, "Yo he nice,"]
[?]
[When you listen to my shit - you don't chew, you don't breathe, you'll miss a f*cking line]

[Sample]

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