Chris Miles 80 Bars Lyrics

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Ive been dreaming bout a deal since the age of13
Nah, nah, hold up, hold up, look

Im about to get a deal at the age of 13,
All I have is a dream like Martin Luther King
The youngest to win this thing,
And I aint stoppin soon
Yeah Im headed for the green, yeah Im bout to get some loot
In my pocket, Im going up like a rocket, cant you see?
Yall just some signs projects compared to me
Im a beast off the leash, with a need to exceed
I am bleeding my heart into these beats, endlessly, ah
See I was bullied and beat up but now Im kickin my feet up
The kid you used to make fun of, is getting bigger than D cups
Yall should believe it, yeah Im headed for the top like NASA
So sound the alarm, its time that I said blast off
Thats all, and theres nothin more to it, just a dream that Im pursuing
Im leaving yall in the ruins, a piece of me is engraved in rap
I never take it back, I stay kicking flows
Now everybody call me Jaden Smith,
Runnin the game, hustlin hard
Its nobody get here Im doin my part
Im tryina blow up and see in my heart
To get to the fame and glory and all that
You haters should fall back, and let me be me,
Pro symbol yeah thats what Im tryina be

All my verse is handicap cause they cant understand the flow
Started at the bottom now I got that panomaric view
The kids that used to mess with me suddenly wanna hang and chill
They try to get me by but I leave em hanging like pedestals
Messages getting for you wanting me, like a mistletoe
And I dashed in, new figure blown, man take your best shot without the pistol drawn
I be killin everybody with the rhythme, you wishin that you could sing along
Shout up with the comments you haters, wish to different song
Im fed of these rappers fishy, get tackled like madden
Im snapping passes like Ashton Kutcher, Im a rabbit with his cabbage
And move faster Versace paddles, cause this rap shit is never ending
Assassinatin a witness cause tricky know that Im killin
And step for me and get injured, cant touch me Im 647
And more the flow up in here Im doin me independently
Penetratin the game and neutralizing the industry
Entertaining my fans and boarder lining enemies
Mentally murder lames, you told me I never make it
See man the second Im done, I just hope that you remember me

Yeah I got detective theres not a survivor left to kill
Im just psychologically kamikaze, the rest of them probably got the hottest flow
My saliva is like lava, go doper than lots of rastas
I be honest, Im about to go, back a couple records within seconds of each other
It seem as a trick the illest kid that I stutter
If these haters leaving, I mean wed better pull up on all these rappers
Rappers say they make it realer, well I turn that dough into toast, realer?
Im your lyrical superior, the same my rounds is daddy
But these lames is just a carrier
Empty your stereo, when just turn it up, they aint hearin ya
And then caress with the flow, course of lots of the stereo
Paralyzing these pacifists, you can ask em what talent is
Matter of fact, they wont know the answer,
Man I have had it, Im past pissed
They ask me what I do I tell them rap sick
But is it cause Im a mad kid they callin me a star like Patrick
Man theres no way that you can stop the mass madness
If you got a problem with this movement, take actions
Think fast in fact to attackin maintain the chance of makin it
Cause these days you never know what happens

I be riding through my town boy, and wild rappin
Got the city on my vertebree, never stop for a second
Got these women on my mansions, you be askin for relationships
Aye I dont even in know you girl
Youre not gonna even take this
Im a BOSS, yea I be on the grind, no track that
If a bully with a bullet give you damage
Hey just try and take I yo, carjack
No paycheck in my pocket, sorry mom I aint thinking bout the callous
Cause this rap stuff is going good and Im makin hits, I go box er
They are probably hatin because Im white and amazing
I got that hooty Eugene swagger, cuz Im leavin them faceless
If youre a god then Im faithless
Now I aint makin good
Im tryina hide behind yo mamas
That bajy bumpin my music, go not often
So fly, that prolly flow
Could you compare Wang or Harley Grove
Cuz Im an adolescent, was in Boston flow
Mans out to be, no bar of soap
You went parted shelf and Im sayin it
Ima boss blow, they get it?
Back in the game again at the beginnin
Chris Miles a beast and dont you forget it.

Hide my voice? I aint no pothead
Im finna fan, homie you could drop that
Man Ive worked too hard for this, at this point this is not an option
And say nonsense to my haters, I make progress in this gang cuz
I be on that daily grind, til the sun rises I stay here
I got no mercy when I come through on attack
I could just kill in a ribbon, Eminem is getting the venom
Its ever since I ran the source that youd better step back
Flow hot like candle wax, dont need a pen and pad, I just kill these dudes
These rappers always trying to fly but I got em trapped like prison coops
Kids from my school wanna chill now
At the world war star I got a mill, wow
Its funny, cuz last time I turned around all they ever did was freaking doubt me
But I aint trippin yo, cuz I know they be thinkin Im astounding
Chris Miles up in that building,
Im like a power outage, I shut it down and I said

Okay Lamborghini Mercy, your chick, she so thirsty
I'm in that two-seat Lambo with your girl, she tryna jerk me
Okay Lamborghini Mercy, your chick, she so thirsty
I'm in that two-seat Lambo with your girl, she tryna jerk me

Well, it is a weeping and a moaning and a gnashing of teeth
It is a weeping and a mourning and a gnashing of teeth
It is a - when it comes to my sound which is the champion sound
Believe (believe!)

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