Confetti Emcees Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[Em]

[Verse 1]
Battle arisen, [Em]the grant again
Forcing me to pick a topic,
I'll choose the
Still, still, so I can form the war
Program through the right hand
and rock the floor
Pull out your max cell, pop it up in
I'ma bust 90 both sides again
Lyrical lessons are what
you're learnin'
Those that are amateur,
I'm not concernin'
So what,
I'm down with another part of town
Rhymes are the shell as my clip goes around
I stand vital, a hip -hop terrorist
Educator and rap lyricist
Not the type for being played too close
My music a drug to cut and overdose
The man is royalty, face reality
Don't be suicidal, try to battle me
I write murder, true conversation
Some are hard -headed,
an invitation is granted
So you can cop your flip, and then fall nobly
To the G, period
My massacre ends, I'm the grandpa
Why you speechless?
Again, audio
I'm a fader, mic device, generator
The data forms water to ice, I break cold
Cool, I'm out the school
As I do for the crowns I rule
So take quotes, a note, a bottle, a boat
The rapper will survive
once the murderers vote
Confetti MCs
Brain cells float down
till the patterns I increase
Involved in the matter to a hip -hop feast
Rock rhyme for rhyme and
arouse the place
When I create, you pretend,
so I erase
Epitomize opponents, I support none
As I rap, new jabs seem to always run
Back to bust lyrics, to war some more
Atomic out of form when I settle the score
I'm a genius when I play mob for a table
Slay toy boys when they come fade
I say a battle's ahead
when they're really not ready
Some are petty, more so confetti
Other rhymers usually rhyme
about the same topic
When I touch a microphone, I usually rock it
Not sentimental,
your beats ain't rugged
Break it down loud, your DJ dunk it
You copped your ego
because I'm uno
Percent one hundred, you claim zero
The man on my cut, strong like vodka
Twelve hundred ruler,
the one royal rocker
Emperor apparatus, subdue the baddest
You can pull your fingers
but you're far from the status
[D]Breakdown[Em]
You got fresh stories with my
number two pencil
Teen emperor rock so funky instrumental
Back on wax, the crown rulers croak
I'm an arsonal of terror
My name is Bram Foley,
been down for years
Rock a jam for jam, take em out one, two
I'll their whole damn clan
I'm brass with titans,
suckers kept bitin'
I kept on writing, learning,
and reciting my rhymes
You're confetti, I'm truer than true
Royal rockers on my wheels
like Elmer's glue
Lethal as a weapon, shot from a cannon
Battle twenty rhymers,
and I'll be left standing alone
On a throne, I'm hard as a stud
The microphone wire will drip with blood
It's a grand legacy, the funky poetry
Editorial money for the critics to see
Executed opposition, my compositions
So dudes competition,
leaving crews wishing
For battles at hand,
when they're really not ready
Cause I'm all real,
and they're all confetti
[D]MCs[Em]
[D][Em]
I'ma take the glory
before your next story
MC's confetti,
I break their back, some think
But I say you're whack,
a long time rain
Dividin' your brain
with unparalleled structures
That Cruz explained,
you seem to be confetti
But you, that's tragic,
starin' out the speaker
Cause I'm a mic faggot,
standin' in the crowd
Takin' notes on my petroleum
I got the juice when I take the podium
[Em]Not a new Jack, a new Jack killer
Don't make me mad, the words go [Em]filler
My mic is like a barrel, lyrics are the bullets
And if you think of dissin' me,
I'm gonna pull it
Don't [Em]talk about doing or schooling
cause you ain't ready
You're a sucker and
you're all confetti
[Em]MC
[Em]