Songtext 80 bars pt. ii Chris Miles

80 bars pt. ii

(Intro)
Youngin with a dream
Uh, just a youngin with a dream
Uh, Chris Miles had a dream

(Verse)
This just stayin like school debraw and I flow hard like 2 tsunamis
When I break dudes, it’s breaking news, every hella one breaths like a freakin carney
It’s backseat, Rebecca and I’m actually with the pen and pad
I rip the track when I spit the facts, when I snap back you a 50 cap
And I rap that flow automatical, my colleagues think it’s illogical
With my eyes wide open, I shut em like voltage
I’m focused on what I sign now
Niggas wanna throw that trash but I’m more like that and I blast in of some shell
I’ma bass pack with the fast track and I rap fast
So man just give me my crown
Lemme down, I swear to God I love hip-hop
Spit fire when I come and lift it up
Please now I’m off the leash bruh
Yea check I’m gonna come up, when I be young
And when I’m least round, I’m bee stung
I’m going off like recons
From the east side I’m beyond
In the backseat our beat drop

(Verse)
Because lingered it, dropped with it
Hey big boys, I’m driving it
Going whole and I’m bout to spit it
Flow ill like Pac chickens
Hey just man when I drop off
So called I be ice pickin
Young kid with big dreams so hater screw your opinion
I’m Duracell, Duracell, that crap flow your cartel
This game I run that, ready ho my gold medal
They falling off that that Ghost pedals
My flow never, it’s so ill
I’m 13, I ain’t getting stoned
We ain’t talking bout Roselie
If I’m going to heaven I’mma bank off
If you can bare the tease you kill rom
And I get a problem in this rap game
Even though I just started
I’m cold hearted, I go retarded
I ain’t mess around with no bank
Everyone thought I was crazy, but now watch me go insane
They know my lab math yea they hit us
Killing rappers that realist
But begin to stop that hating when they see the kid is getting paid
Many drastically got a problem, shout out to all my real homies
I ain’t in no Rodney Jeffers so watch me as I get money

(Verse)
My cell ain’t chasing cuz I go beast, wanna do my ganging
Time is racing, I’ll be patient through these flows that I’m creatin
Out the brain I’m causing pain into your mind from miles away
It’s bombs away on all you rappers, I spill these lyrics on all you rappers
I calls that cheddar, fap that chick
I destructed the second I spit this
Said this white boy and his shit been been at it love me cuz I play gone
I’m just young’n, I’m a problem
You just hatin while I’m droppin all these records
They rackin with the rums that I’m provided, you ain’t nothing
The completion ain’t a freaking problem man
Yea I been live but I ain’t talking no summer
I’ll probably school the rappers, you honestly ain’t a factor
I’m prospering through the madness, this adolescence is savage
I’m blastin em with the flow, it’s disastrous if I’m accurate
Actually got more problems with lyrics, you’ll get your asses kidnapped
I eb spitting bars and made me fake it then I’m magical
You thought I was over, it happens and I ain’t half in this

(Verse)
It’s right Kim, my spit rhymes, deadlier than Mike Vic
Yea I’m sick, I’m startin to see a side effect but I admit I’m psycho
It’s not a straight jacket just a right coat
Why bite the bullet when you could bite the riffle? Tell me that
I think I went to hell and back, they devil tried to sell me crack
Whatever that, Illuminati kiss my ass
I kept the way with the pen and pad
That’s why I’m the center of attention, cuz I’m white but I’m spittin raps
Killin tracks and they dig it for the simple fact
That I just keep it real, that’s why they the ones considered black
I’ve been back and I ain’t never gonna aks a man
I’m headed to the top like some smoke in a chimney
I’m the doppest on you ketted adolescents with a dream
You something like cho squad cuz you ain’t steppin to me
But I’m reppin the NYC, that east side
I’m appointed man, I’m eating competitors like a motherfuckin Tommy
Man these rapping ain’t a hobby, it’s nothing less than a passion
Through it everything that happens but I ain’t going for keddy
Cuz it made me who I am, them hatin, the fake friends
Man it’s Chris Miles, homie, I ain’t stopping til my death cuts

(Verse)
Yea chick, yea chick, call me Steve-O
Killing everybody to the point that everyone listened but never cared how we go
I got that kid flow, cause I’m at the top, watch me go beast mode
Tryina make green, no C Lo
Man cuff the beat, hemo
Call me a freak though cuz I go in, I go in, like omens
Said I go in like vultures, and to what they care I flow sick
And I’m nasty, oh you want the beef, or you paying for the pad
We be running the game like after the trap me is coming
To the top like now so you class can’t tell him
With a lil bit of rhythm I go HAM
It was beginning because I know I’m bove them
Who would’ve thought that we going off again?
But it never compared to the coffee and I
Let it drop, you can call the beating if
And got the girls gone crazy, every time I switch and count
Blowing up like an ant in the warzone
Everybody wants that solitary snow cone
Gotta friggin this, I will be in it for the people
Flow so hard I could give a short key stroke
So I’ve killed this beat officially
So I’mma do my thing, I’ll represent Turner Raps to smitterings
I’m gone

(Outro)
I said I’m gone, call me Steve-O
Yea chick, yea chick, call me Steve-O
Yea chick, yea chick, call me Steve-O
Yea chick, I Am Me
I’m gone