ACT-1 - Toilet Water feat. Wes Studii
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Hook
The flow is grimy like its toilet water
This the type of assault to make you call your lawyer
Bakarak on the beat, with heat that’s uncalled for
Got your best producer looking sorta awful
The flow is grimier than toilet water
Act-1 on the track, it’s lyrical slaughter
I’m a god amongst men, i’m not a normal mortal
So when you try to compete with me
It’s just sorta awkward
Verse 1
If you talk real shit, real people hear it
Haven’t quite reached my peak
But i’ve been creeping near it
Too sweet with the lyrics, my pen leaking syrup
Shadow of dеath in every breath
Grim rеaper spirit
Went to bed at 3, up at 5
Little as i sleep, surprised i don’t go out my mind
But, i gotta stay up and grind
The struggle to survive
As little love as i get, i wonder why i try
They only love you when you die
But, i’m destined to be
The only emcee in your top 5 that’s still alive
Broadcasting live from a roof in queens
To watch these goofy geeks crumble under scrutiny
It’s the truth
You should savor your favorite emcee
Cuz once i drop, there’s really nothing could save ‘em from me
Appetite for destruction, and i’m craving a feast
No agenda when i speak, ‘cept to say what i mean
I’m a soldier, you can see how my face is fatigued
I’m like morpheus, the way that i slay in my sleep
You rose walker - chasing a dream
Check your wifey’s asshole
If you looking for my “latest release”
It ain’t what it seems
Ya need to check your head
Or you’ll get left for dead
Failing to respect my pen
You trying to build with us
But, still you haven’t left your bed
You trying to eat with us
But, keep asking for separate checks
Hook
The flow is grimier than toilet water
Your album’s full of those features that probably cost a quarter
Act-1 on the track with bars that’s uncalled for
Got your favorite rapper looking sort of awful
The flow is grimier than toilet water
Wes studii on the track, lyrical slaughter
He’s a god amongst men, he’s not a normal mortal
So when you try to compete with us
It’s just sort of awkward
Verse 2
A-yo, i rap like it’s a 90s year
The grimy’s here
But my spittin rich got ya smitten bitch
Tryin to buy me beer
If you jump, you’ll be a poster and they’ll laugh at you
Listen chump, bring a toaster in the bath with you
‘cause you fucking with a mack among the rap alum
Weed smoker, pack a ton
Shit’ll crack a lung
We live in g code, snuff you just to have a crumb
This is queens mode, fuck with me and act, ya done
That’s how thunny rockin, we funny plotting
Bad bitch, send a honey pot, until the money’s gotten
Get beat backwards, i snap like a bungee popping
I eat rappers and snack like i’m munchie shopping
Bon appetit, go have a seat
Yo, i’m bringing hell
And i’m a ring the bell until no rapper sleep
When we attack a beat
The track is heat
And that’s facts, son
Me and act-1 - the rap elite
The flow is grimy like its toilet water
This the type of assault to make you call your lawyer
Bakarak on the beat, with heat that’s uncalled for
Got your best producer looking sorta awful
The flow is grimier than toilet water
Act-1 on the track, it’s lyrical slaughter
I’m a god amongst men, i’m not a normal mortal
So when you try to compete with me
It’s just sorta awkward
Verse 1
If you talk real shit, real people hear it
Haven’t quite reached my peak
But i’ve been creeping near it
Too sweet with the lyrics, my pen leaking syrup
Shadow of dеath in every breath
Grim rеaper spirit
Went to bed at 3, up at 5
Little as i sleep, surprised i don’t go out my mind
But, i gotta stay up and grind
The struggle to survive
As little love as i get, i wonder why i try
They only love you when you die
But, i’m destined to be
The only emcee in your top 5 that’s still alive
Broadcasting live from a roof in queens
To watch these goofy geeks crumble under scrutiny
It’s the truth
You should savor your favorite emcee
Cuz once i drop, there’s really nothing could save ‘em from me
Appetite for destruction, and i’m craving a feast
No agenda when i speak, ‘cept to say what i mean
I’m a soldier, you can see how my face is fatigued
I’m like morpheus, the way that i slay in my sleep
You rose walker - chasing a dream
Check your wifey’s asshole
If you looking for my “latest release”
It ain’t what it seems
Ya need to check your head
Or you’ll get left for dead
Failing to respect my pen
You trying to build with us
But, still you haven’t left your bed
You trying to eat with us
But, keep asking for separate checks
Hook
The flow is grimier than toilet water
Your album’s full of those features that probably cost a quarter
Act-1 on the track with bars that’s uncalled for
Got your favorite rapper looking sort of awful
The flow is grimier than toilet water
Wes studii on the track, lyrical slaughter
He’s a god amongst men, he’s not a normal mortal
So when you try to compete with us
It’s just sort of awkward
Verse 2
A-yo, i rap like it’s a 90s year
The grimy’s here
But my spittin rich got ya smitten bitch
Tryin to buy me beer
If you jump, you’ll be a poster and they’ll laugh at you
Listen chump, bring a toaster in the bath with you
‘cause you fucking with a mack among the rap alum
Weed smoker, pack a ton
Shit’ll crack a lung
We live in g code, snuff you just to have a crumb
This is queens mode, fuck with me and act, ya done
That’s how thunny rockin, we funny plotting
Bad bitch, send a honey pot, until the money’s gotten
Get beat backwards, i snap like a bungee popping
I eat rappers and snack like i’m munchie shopping
Bon appetit, go have a seat
Yo, i’m bringing hell
And i’m a ring the bell until no rapper sleep
When we attack a beat
The track is heat
And that’s facts, son
Me and act-1 - the rap elite
