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Yo! Another Sean V Beat Jack. Haha...
When I first heard this beat, I just wondered what I could spit. But then it hit me: ego trip. Uh.
Okay I'm classic: I got class hits, I got mass ***. On the road of life I saw your car and I passed it.
You crashed it, it's drastic. You dead mother f*cker you last place. Tell me how my gas tastes.
C'mon man we're not class mates. I don't really give a sh*t about a mother f*cker who be talking about my flow.
Just know even though I'm white I spit this right. No views yet, no cash yet but I've still ripped up my tires.
So hot in the back of the yard that I'll be starting forest fires. Problems with my wires
call me disconected, infected, I'm reckless. Doesn't really matter though, why?
Cuz I know that I got your soul I'm in control your mind is mine. Resistance: futile. You're now part of my hive.
Shut up and accept my style. I'm not a problem child, no Eminem but still I get these ribbons cuz I'm rapping with this rythm.
I tap into your brain with no incision. You probably wanna listen when I'm spitting, got that rhythm, talent given, first division.
I walk in the club and I say 'wassup'. Dj stops the beat, turns on another song, it's me.
Get used to it, I'm every where. I'm ill as f*ck, I know I'm feared. Y'all are clowns, county fair. Talentless?
Life ain't fair, move on mother f*cker. I'm like a f*cking dragon attacking random rappers.
These maggots be my meals, my snacks, you know I call 'em "Tapas". I eat 'em up fantastic.
I'm scholling y'all, Scholastic. My name is Sean V klling this industry. Want proof mother f*cker? Simple Sxiteens!
Just another Beat Jack for you guys I uh... Actually hate the original song, I love the instrumental.
That's the only reason why I used it. It's truthfully not the best example of French rap out there.
Uh... Anyway until next time, love or hate but don't debate it.