My Weapon Is My Sound ft. 7YR33 & Horseshoe G.A.N.G. Lyrics

I didn't wanna kill but it came with an instrumental

All of my murders were done with a pad and pencil

You're fucking with some true emcees

A sweet sixteen will have your whole family crying RIP

I'll make you shiver when I deliver

Don't take much to know I'm that nigga

Bar for bar and you'll find death quicker

Everytime I rip a mic know I don't fuck around

Lord knows my weapon is my sound

I had this fight before

Fight or flight every night I got my knife in store

That's why I grip the mic this hard

To the point it doesn't sound and it's a lifeless cord

When we might discord the mics a sword that brightens words

So well nobody can recite no more

Cause that's a copy that's mocking

My style resorts to fights of wars

Cause I'll put my life verse yours

That's a fight to the death

And if I lose I'd bring the fight to the death

Untill I kill him and his scythe weapons left

Convert the scythe to the mic of the dead

With the noise so loud you live your whole life hella deaf

This a life lesson yes

I put my soul and life to the test

The mic cords an IV line to the chest

Because foos be out here just lying to the chest

And I'm the type to throw My fist inline to their chest

I didn't wanna kill but it came with an instrumental

All of my murders were done with a pad and pencil

You're fucking with some true emcees

A sweet sixteen will have your whole family crying RIP

I'll make you shiver when I deliver

Don't take much to know im that nigga

Bar for bar and you'll find death quicker

Everytime I rip a mic know I don't fuck around

Lord knows my weapon is my sound

I envision myself grabbing my pencil that sits on my shelf

To get revenge on every rapper that dissed me but well

I should mention that I use the word pencil and pistol interchangeably so pencil is pistol As well

In both cases I'm using my lead to make art

The art of verse or the art of murder you dead from the start

Get ready you dumb fucks

Me and Vandit Romes is two ends of the same weapon linked together like nunchucks

My flow is a bow and arrow this is Archer rap

COB hoodie's my armor that guards me from whatever ya army got

When it's war time I use my musical instrument you get sawed in half

That's why Rock Stars call they're guitar an axe

I'm the type you shouldn't stare at wrong

I got a double barrel that's ready to sing you whatever song

Both barrels be singing in harmony

One barrel is bass and the other barrel's tone is baritone

Dare to go toe to toe its a feast you're very warned

I carry on a peice while you leave in peace and carry on

I got a leash and a pile of leaves the care we on

The type to unleash on a loose leaf for every song

The kind of leaf thats not tearible with a better pull

I better pull my best shit apart but I'm not terrible

My pens a strike to the jaw for every letter wrote

Or better known a strike at the grave when your name is set in stone

I didn't wanna kill but it came with an instrumental

All of my murders were done with a pad and pencil

You're fucking with some true emcees

A sweet sixteen will have your whole family crying RIP

I'll make you shiver when I deliver

Don't take much to know I'm that nigga

Bar for bar and you'll find death quicker

Everytime I rip a mic know I don't fuck around

Lord knows my weapon is my sound