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VYSE A.K.A. UNHOLY

Pull out your guns niggas I still wont brake,
I'll dodge all yall while doing the harlem sharke,
that's your mistake, taking on a.k.a. T-Grimm,
I'll make a platinum gangsta song out of a Hymn,
the era of unholyness is a bout to begin,
Talk mad shyt but once I put the chrome behind ya,
yall niggas get sweat more then a wet vagina,
you don't hear me coming, my 2 ship remain silent,
I aint goin no where like the words from P. Diddy,
but I write rhymes and checks and keep my style gritty,
show no pitty, thats the rule that I live by,
I'll shoot till you paused in the air like in Devil May Cry,
Dante's ebony and ivory tares his opponents apart,
but I don't have to showoff so I'm aiming for the head and heart,
yall know me for crazy shit and doing niggas slimy,
but I'll also shoot a bitch in her badoonkadoonk, that's grimy,
this the solo artist with nothing else to lose,
I feel like I'm "Max Payne", I shoot to kill aint got nothing to lose,
I finish my victims off with symbol like the great Zorro,
cause so much damage I froze the Third Grand Theft Auto,
the police aint stopping me, the CIA aint watching me,
and my Bank account is protected so the FEDS aint boxing me,
time to fuck the world, but I'll have half you niggas shook then,
the next best out of 718 and I don't mean Queens, or Brooklyn,
I'll pull a 360 and have the heat to ya head swiftly,
no bullets screaming c'mon nigga kiss me,
its gonna get ugly cause you wont recall the faces after I spray'em,
hot pavement and concrete that's where i love to lay'em,
catch'em on they home ground to silence the home crowd,
my style of assassination will make Salvitore Lione proud,