Dope

[Verse 1: Lomo]

Lomo hopping on the beat, adrenaline pumping
Rappers grunting not wanting to hear my songs bumping
They bluffing or puffing something if they saying I'm nothing
Cause I'm stunting girls coming twice before I'm busting
I can't blame it on the street, but it's the Ass Fault // (Asphalt)
As to why I'm so cold and need my rhymes past malt
If rap were liquor, I differ cause I'm sicker
And quicker witted than other spitters, too Vigour
To trigger just one emotion which is why I'm the Victor
Don't diss me unless you want to live life never glad
Cause when you die, that's the only paradice you'll ever have
I'm too clever man, my words combine and sever hands
So you can't pick up the mic and attempt to fight back
I put people in flight at the start of each tight rap
My rhymes can be confusing like the rapper's slang I spit
So you might have to kill yourself, to get the hang of it

Without my raps, listeners cannot cope
I spit fire on tracks and give people hope
I was born to smash beats, so I devote
All I got to aghast with what I've wrote
But I'm never whack, and we all know
With no questions asked, that my shit is dope
Yeah, my shit is dope
No questions asked, my shit is dope

[Verse 2: Hustle]

Sometimes I'm in my mind, this place I don't mind
Eternally you gifted from the presence of my time
This gold is being mined and the goal in me is mine
I'm doper than an addict who keep tripping over lines
Take it to a level that you didn't know existed
Twizz-ler flow, everything I spit twisted
Demented, dependent on what I had intended
Attendance, higher body count than a census
It's senseless, like you got 5 less senses
And since this they cannot sense this
Everybody knows but can't disclose where the scents is
Smells like bullshit to drop the dollars where the cents is
My mind playing tricks on me, I'm ego trippin'
But I'm flyer than the rest of you hoes, I'm eagle pimpin'
Even limpin imma step above the rest they think they fresh
But it be only cause I killed 'em, newborn death

Without my raps, listeners cannot cope
I spit fire on tracks and give people hope
I was born to smash beats, so I devote
All I got to aghast with what I've wrote
But I'm never whack, and we all know
With no questions asked, that my shit is dope
Yeah, my shit is dope
No questions asked, my shit is dope

[Verse 3: Lomo]

My spit burns through bars made from the placid brain
Of rappers cause I spit acid rain, and make avid pain
With a passion aimed to resurrect my rancid name
Never spit a passive game, only give massive shame
To people against me, they just brewing a frenzy
Cause I'm ready to explode, my patience is empty
Don't test me, I'm not gracious, and won't put it gently
If you disrespect me, dreams, I fucking shatter that
Only mixing my songs, cause I've already mastered rap
I plaster back stabbing fools, my mind's faster at
Absolute zero than the formation of cataracts
Times 60, flow so swiftly no matter how shifty
Or how quickly it switches, I remain strictly
On point 'til I'm 50, or 'til my city ain't wit me
No more, making pain for rappers I'm a new sense
For them, but the listeners never have to squint
Out of confusion, my music's amusin'
There's nothing you could do since I started fucking rappin'
Always going hard and stackin' which is why I'm only dabbin'
When I smoke which is why Lomo is the captain

Without my raps, listeners cannot cope
I spit fire on tracks and give people hope
I was born to smash beats, so I devote
All I got to aghast with what I've wrote
But I'm never whack, and we all know
With no questions asked, that my shit is dope
Yeah, my shit is dope
No questions asked, my shit is dope