Whippin' Bars

Duration

3:22

Genres

Hip-Hop

Description

Lyrics

Hook: -I whip my swag back and forth -i rip the track back and forth -rip it in half back and forth -and move my head back and forth x2 (thats what i said back and forth) Verse 1: - thats right i said it so somebody better go and call a metic - i don’t know where i get my skill but i know its not genetic - it’s imbedded in my head can’t forget it yeah you bet it - and all of this hard work better not be regretted - i’m getting better as i get more energetic - and hopefully respected for wrecking a beat in less then a second - check it, a beat is one thing, but words are separate - i’m a rapper find me wrapped up around a peppermint - i’m in the next round, you cant even try to step in it - my better shit, will bring a knockout in less then a second bitch - and hell my main goal aint even about getting rich - but to throw ill game and watch all haters be fetching it Hook 2: -I whip my swag back and forth -i rip the track back and forth -rip it in half back and forth -and move my head back and forth x4 (thats what i said back and forth) Verse 2: - I rip a track so bad that i rip it in half - i’m fresher than a fresh minty green pack of tic tacks - i’m not that strong, but when it comes to rap i got a six pack - get me a beat as a punching bag and ill hit that - and i’m believing, that if i dream big, and i will see it - see what? see how it feels to go off the deep end - and land perfectly with a ten as score - so i whip my swag back and forth till i cant whip the track no more - I'm over board, like i’m on toar need an oncore - this is just an apitizer be ready for the main coarse - of coarse, i spit until my voice goes horse - and soar from being a boss and just tearing the floor Verse 3: - we aint done its comming back and forth around like a rutunda - im under ground and i wish i could dig and come right up - like another, rapper who thinks their good and tries to get signed out of no where - ill go till, my face turns red im outa breath and theres no air - left in my lungs, and guess who just struck - some white kid from nj who sucks and he thinks he’s tuff, picks a pencil up - and makes majic, you haters want a piece you can have it - producing so much flow its like electric currents, static - im bad wen, it comes to finding words my brain’s like a magnet - if theres a word im looking for my mind will just attract it - ill get a beat so sick i can work on it and attack it - when i rap it - so if you wanna talk i think u should just cap it