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Anarxist - Chop On It Lyrics

[Intro]
Suck my dick
Ayy man, you got that plug?
Hell nah, motherfucker, what you want?
Yeah (Get-get-get, grrah)
Shout out to Paige (Brrr)
Yeah

[Chorus]
Filled wit' a beat and I come and I chop on it
Killin' the beat when I'm rappin' on top of it
None of the shoes, even got me a proper fit
Y'all so high but I ain't like a ratchet
Filled wit' a beat and I come and I chop on it
Killin' the beat when I'm rappin' on top of it
None of the shoes, even got me a proper fit
Y'all so damn high but I ain't like a ratchet
You ain't sayin' hi to my name 'cause you act like you forgot mе
And the girls say I ain't fly, but they like mе so drop a hit, huh

[Verse 1]
You can't same the critical kills, vigilante, one shot fill (Ahh!)
Uh, [?], technical skills, zero kills (Ahh!)
If I was a pound and you were a dollar, you would so say we're identical pills
And we come from the same thoughts, but less about the May and more about the Bach, yeah, aha
Take that bitch, fuck you, ha, 'get, ha
[Chorus]
Filled wit' a beat and I come and I chop on it
Killin' the beat when I'm rappin' on top of it
None of the shoes, even got me a proper fit
Y'all so high but I ain't like a ratchet
Filled wit' a beat and I come and I chop on it
Killin' the beat when I'm rappin' on top of it
None of the shoes, even got me a proper fit
Y'all so damn high but I ain't like a ratchet
You ain't sayin' hi to my name 'cause you act like you forgot me
And the girls say I ain't fly, but they like me so drop a hit, huh

[Verse 2]
Shot at Motor town 'round many punchlines
A brainless in brainlet, the mold like PlayDoh
Mine a genius, it's seamless like scholar, call me Plato, mm? Yeah
You say you got money in your vids but all I see is a PlayDoh (Money)
You say you all tough and you gangsta but all I see is the plays, though

[Chorus]
Filled wit' a beat and I come and I chop on it
Killin' the beat when I'm rappin' on top of it
None of the shoes, even got me a proper fit
Y'all so high but I ain't like a ratchet
Filled wit' a beat and I come and I chop on it
Killin' the beat when I'm rappin' on top of it
None of the shoes, even got me a proper fit
Y'all so damn high but I ain't like a ratchet
You ain't sayin' hi to my name 'cause you act like you forgot me
And the girls say I ain't fly, but they like me so drop a hit, huh
[Verse 3]
You are melodies in your head, now that's cool
Now you like Kennedy, you dead, fool
[?], splatter
Rock lightning tissues, the latter
Got nothing from you but gray matter
The ink issues, they rise in my bladder, yeah

[Outro]
You a sock puppet, I'm the opposite
You a moderate and approximate
For populous, stay with the one that [?]
Caught a body, and you my Psychologist
'Cause you both tell me to be sub-dominant
I was on the wits, stood on top of a monument, yeah, ha
Fuck what you say-ayy, fuck what you say-ayy, fuck what you say-ayy, uh
Bitch