Beast Unleashed 4 - Vin Jay

Gather 'round, come place ya bets

Let me welcome everybody to the main event

The fourth beast unleashed and we came correct

So go and let ya heads bop til you break ya neck

I layed to rest the ones who were doubting me

Now im all up in your face, fuck boundaries

And imma haunt they dreams, while they sound asleep

And imma burn shit down like a pound of keif

Tell em all i been living like im on death row

You can hear it when im talkin' strep throat

Young rapper that turned to a clef note

Pull up for the bag, then im out like presto

They fill em in the gang and i pull payments

Made em a little bank and they gettin anxious

Strangle em in the basement im feelin dangerous

Dangle em with a crane, give em all a face lift

Get views and views and linguistics

Yall just rap, i truly do buisness

Never go broke, i loot recruit’s interest

Put on my tunes, your crew like «who is this?»

Dead broke, but they diamonds drippin'

They wanna flex on the gram, but they drive a civic

And everybody been tellin me that the sky’s the limit

But i been goin up a mothafuckin mile a minute

Just watch, i been commiting big news and i ain’t gon' stop

Tell im rackin up quick views and imma get guap

Every time when they click through, i got it unlock

And a fucking ju jitsu

But rap is a marshal artist, it’s hard to

Start from picking all the bars apart

For smart remarks, it ain’t about the farlin cars

Or sparkling jars of weed, that was

Tryna start beef with the larger star

Yall got next im a legend right now

I got the throne where the hell is my crown

Can’t sit still so im sellin my couch

Wrist band, if it ain’t about the chedder im out

Yall claim that i been a little hostile

Bout to put em in a bit of a debacle

Swoop up your girl then i hit her in the tonsils

Man that bitch should be living in a brothel

Rolling heavy, hope you hoes are ready

Pull up at they funeral and blow confetti

Got a loaded semi, turn your bones to jelly

Imma leave em drippin like a broken levy

Bitch im ready to hunt again

My stomach is rumbling, im at the peak of the summit

I pop em like supplements

So tell em im rippin the heat, i dont need me no oven mits

Wait i dont ever thug’s life

Gotta stay true dog, yall have been the sus type

I been up in the field tho,?

Please stop spittin, i thought you grippin the gun tight

Yall just rappers, really bad actors

Any time you kill anybody is through laughter

Open up your mouth and the lies come after

Better off tryna be a home town pastor

Take over the game like im using cheats

I kill em all doesn’t really matter who competes

I just rack up a couple milly views a week

Until the bands get heavy like a judist priest

They hatin' but know what i did is superb

What you making probably i triple in merch

I take em to hell like they lit up a church

You came for the beef and now dinner is served

(verse 2: Vin Jay)

Now they watchin what i been on, they want me gone

Cuz every time i drop a bomb, it’s nonchalant

I do it cuz im on the job, im like a US pilot from nagasaki

I be winnin the war, we killin em with cripplin' forces

They hear me comin like im whippin a porch

And drop bombs, ain’t nobody wanna give me the torch

If they dont wanna let me in, then imma kick in the door

Live ya life or your computer bitchin'

Imma cop a ghost like i ain’t super stishes

In the proof im driven is the coop im whippin

No limits, ain’t no wonder why the roof is missin'

But im beastly, better believe we back when we

Knee deep in the green we relax, sweet dreams

When they receive these tracks, like GG

Imma go clean these plaques

So i been a mess, shit im not a bit impressed

Whole day spent just trippin on the internet

Thirty years old, no wonder why they livin' that

Hating on me, instead of tryna make a bigger check

Still i been a king and they gotta bowe to me

Road to a hundred mill, shit sound nutty

I dont wanna talk if it ain’t about money

I been laughing to the bank, (?)

Broke in the game, bitch you dumb for lettin' me

I been comin with the flavor like a public enemy

They be lovin when i rap and they bump the melodies

Ain’t a moment that you petty little bums offended me

Hello rap game, im your new savior

Never really been a debates on who greater

Rose from the mud, it’s been my true nature

They sell out red rocks, when yall move paper

(hook x2: Vin Jay)

Really feel like im an urban legend

My vocal chords a fucking murder weapon

Never stressin who my words offended

Til my final breath, i rep my first amendment