Bar Up lyrics

Back against the wall. All rhyme patterns call. All rings of Saturn fall into my fist. I hit the beat with the heat from the street. Make it rise up then I lift streets to the void and space that it left. Taking the clef and making it rise. The treble forever is the Devil and I am high as the sun. Blasting from the black lungs. Inhaling smoke, impale and smoke. n*ggas ain’t ready for the hell I provoke. What the hell have you (been) smoking, Charles? What has you choking these bars? Absolutely nothing but the raps that I be busting. Half these n*ggas in concussions when I’m rapping for my cousins and them

Bar up, n*gga
Bar up, n*gga

It’s a family affair, I’m obliged to be in. Tying to be beneath the cement, like an animal. sh*t is flammable. Biting Dre but I ain’t write today. So the first thing that comes to my mind I’ll say. Hopefully that sh*t will blind thy face. n*ggas is hating because I ain’t take time to make this sh*t a rhyme. I’m just saying what’s on my mind. Suck my p*nis, I’m a genius. I’m the meanest guy who’s seen the sh*t, all of it. All-Seeing Eye, I see it all. Trying to be the ball. n*gga, Nike inspired me, dog. Same thing with DMX. Be the best through your situation. So all of the sh*t I’m saying is basic

Bar- bar- bar... Bar up, n*gga
Bar up, n*gga

Baptized in Hennessy. Mad surprised at my enemies. They are what I inhaled when the preacher picked me back up from Hell. Sipped it, gave him a kiss on the cheek. Said “You’ll be in sh*t’s Creek beneath the cement of me when I’m finished with the beat. Until then, may God bless thee.” Curse and a blessing, that’s such a mess to me. Certainly blessed, but please keep your mess from me. Messaging was gone with instant messenger. The Internet was her, except the word. Except my curves, I’m not a chick. But accept my words

Bar up, n*gga