Lyrics of Shy Mascot – Prince Lotor Flow
Ever Since I was 15 tried to master//
The intricate patterns of speech I crafted//
Bring Heat, spit live-r than the last kid//
Every sixteen, to the line, is a classic//
When I attack the track, past vicious//
Spit enough fire to last through the damn winter//
I’m amped, man the rap written//
Feel like pure energy trapped in black prisms//
That’s how I got fuel to burn like Lucifer//
Now listen here, who do you prefer//
He who force the raw, but ain’t killer//
Or he who words evolve to paint pictures//
But it aint just talk, my aims different///
From these who lame and claim to aim pistols//
Don’t gang bang or slang, it’s just fiction//
Words maintained and framed by great actors//
Thespians, everybody tryin to flex again//
Buff Bagwells, raps getting sad, well//
Shit, I guess that’s just how the game go//
Scratch that//
I guess that’s just how the game been//
Scratch that//
I guess its just how it will be//
Sambo, Rambo, assholes kill me//
Ya man flow, past cold slash so filthy//
Fam go ham, Van Damme givin Bolo hands so swiftly//
The damn glow’s in me//
When I seize the mic, you see the light//
I always bring something to the table, like Jesus Christ//
Believe the hype, it aint nothing feint//
The Black Lion//
Raps tiring//
No need to pack iron//
No trigger, cause the track fire//
Tryin to follow my lead//
Put you under pressure//
That’ll turn coals in black diamonds//
I’m something like bill Russell in the paint//
Or Pippen off the glass straight to Jordan on the break//
For gods sake, you all fake//
Talking tall tales, bout to blow//
False alarm, ya career was a bomb scare//
Ya’ll boys ain’t all there, I tell em man//
It’s like going toe to toe, with Lieutenant Dan//
Ain’t none better than, me bet it fam//
They think they prime, they whole style irrelevant//
Gwan hit ya boy with a lob in a hurry//
I throw it down like it’s Crawford to Curry//
Pardon me buddy, but you lames is hardly a worry//
Cause you aint got the jargon to touch me//
It gets ugly//
I’ll murder you in booths, and not even Godfather can help you Sonny//
Been sick since a kid, had a chip on my shoulder//
Then the chip turned from a brick to a boulder//
But, nevertheless, it was effortless//
Now my shoulder look like the broadside of Everest//
So harm who dog//
If you wan sleep with the fishes better have that green frogsuit on//
Yea the bars are strong, they beyond you frauds//
Who talk tough, but don’t cause cause alarm//
The Black Lion//
Raps tiring//
No need to pack iron//
No trigger, cause the track fire//
Tryin to follow my lead//
Put you under pressure//
That’ll turn coals in black diamonds//
Four star pro, know my role//
Not a smart dumb rapper tryin to force art though//
Far as morons go//
My so called foes could be Sauron cloned with that Mordor glow//
Cats combined to form Voltron though//
But still can’t stop the Prince Lotor flow//
Villanous, backslash articulate//
Maximum carnage, tag team, Venomous//
Man catch wind of it, ya’ll get the gist of it//
Fire bars, drop jules, fam ask physicists//
Ya dealin with a lot of science//
I got my Heisenberg hat on, periodically straight cookin in these damn songs//
