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Vighnesh S
Vighnesh S
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Aye yo If talent was affluence, you a candle, I'm a Chandelier The leap of faith I took propelled me out the atmosphere I'm at the heights that you willfully ignore and fear You could be scorpion and still wouldn't get over here The moves I make send shock waves across the seas I can drop you harder than Zimbabwe's economy They catch strokes like the Mandarin script Going at me is how you gon' put your fandom at risk So immersed in the beef when all their verses are weak Rappers acting like gangsta, but couldn't murder a beat Ayo my tact deep and nuanced, a fact thee can chew on You don't want this like bat meat in Wuhan They only get smoked when they claim they're kings And get embarrassed looking like they got Rosacea skin When my ink takes shape, I must be Rorschach in secrecy Now, nobody, not even Snorlax can sleep on me And I be making moves, and I get around Make the crowd go cray when they hear the sound Getting lit in every pind and every city now Hit you with the sickest sound Check you when you're outta line And I be making moves, and I get around Make the crowd go cray when they hear the sound Getting lit in every pind and every city now Hit you with the sickest sound Check you when you're outta line Flex Flex Flex I make you wanna Flex Flex Flex I make you wanna Flex on 'em Flex on 'em Flex on 'em And we go! Flex on 'em Flex on 'em Flex on 'em And we go! Flex Flex Flex I make 'em wanna Flex Flex Flex I make you wanna Flex on 'em Flex on 'em Flex on 'em And go Flex on 'em Flex on 'em Flex on 'em, go Been a vandal on the mic, I'm a nocuous threat Show you how to drop bars and deposit a cheque Every once in a while they try and spar with the best They wanna battle somebody who goes to war to go rest Nah! They can't stand you like the screaming of an icy ex You wouldn't be the shit if you're excreted cause of IBS I leave the audience in awe like VFX Y'all the type to leave 'em in splits like Amoeba sex I leave 'em shook enough to break the Richter scale Make the blind see my true potential like I split in Braille Labels see me brandishing the profits when I'm landing gigs And now they got their legs spread wider than a pandemic It's illegal the way I spit like I'm in Singapore When every single rhyme hit like Iron swinging doors Do critics wanna debate me with wrong slang? Coz I'll leave 'em silent like traitors in Pyongyang Aaa haa And I be making moves, and I get around Make the crowd go cray when they hear the sound Getting lit in every pind and every city now Hit you with the sickest sound Check you when you're outta line And I be making moves, and I get around Make the crowd go cray when they hear the sound Getting lit in every pind and every city now Hit you with the sickest sound Check you when you're outta line Flex Flex Flex I make you wanna Flex Flex Flex I make you wanna Flex on 'em Flex on 'em Flex on 'em And go! Flex on 'em Flex on 'em Flex on 'em And we go! Flex Flex Flex I make 'em wanna Flex Flex Flex I make you wanna Flex on 'em Flex on 'em Flex on 'em And go Flex on 'em Flex on 'em Flex on 'em And we go! Flex Flex Flex I make you wanna Flex Flex Flex I make you wanna
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