Royale – Rigamortis (remix) Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Got me breathin' with dragons, you haters just keep on laughin'
You wanna test your luck, I'll slice the foot right off you rabbits
Speak with a murderous accent, spit the nails straight in your casket
Over your grave I will climb with a shine that will leave your blind
I find people are amazed by the labyrinth in my mind
I burst out of my cage and rise as the last of my kind
Cause I don't really see these cars that these rappers claim to drive
Or the money or these broads that these rappers claim to ride

I'm down to speak the truth and I'm fed up with all your lies
I just conversed with my watch, he said "it's time for you to die"
Demonic fiends crave the angel wings I use to fly
You have a crib right on the shore? I have a condo in the sky
I listen with my soul and see through my inner eye
Rest assured that if your favorite rapper isn't on my side
(He dead) I killed him
(he dead) R.I.P


[Verse 2]
Got me breatin' with dragons, these fires just keep on happinin'
The flames are hot enough to leave an asian looking african
So come and get a piece of all this glory that I'm baskin' in
Won't acknowledge your bars, I'm already busy passin' 'em
Asked my goal "what's happinin'? Sorry if I'm late
All the fakes fail to imitate as of late

They all wanna reach my place but ain't no space in outer space
Their rhymes are not well done, they don't know what is at steak"
I'm more than just rapper, works of art is what I make
Please sign up for my school and find some classes you can take

I can win at any time, the finish line is where I decide
So you are completely fucked if you are tryna win this race
Fan of Kendrick Lamar, lets bring real music back
Now watch me run a lyrical train over another genius track
(It's dead) Rest In Pieces
(It's dead) verse 3

[Verse 3]
Got me eatin' these dragons, last verse lets get it crackin'
Your raps are lactic acid, your tracks are lacking passion
I'm barely blastin' the bastards, your facts should not need caption
They entertain with the fake, reality has no action
I'm preparing for a feast, all these rappers is what I'mma eat
Their remains will be in my teeth, chew em up piece by piece

If I'm a pillow for you to sleep I'm rippin' up all of your sheets
And murderin' all of your sheep,
the ballistics are six feet deep
Are you trippin 'bout beatin' me while I'm kidnappin' your family
You be soft, I'm Assassin's Creed, these targets are all I see
Hip Hop is all I will bleed, Insanity is all I will breathe
I beast on every beast, I beat beats, they're all deceased
Y'all play games, I play for keeps, new shoes as I accomplish these feats
I got a message from the reaper, he said to rest in peace
(He dead) I killed him
(He dead) I'm done, Royale

THAT'S HOW WE DO IT

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