PRYSM & Poison - Daysdoom

★ verse: prysm & poison ★
Yea doomsday
No doom days
I feel like a demon
I'm gonna spit low, spit high
With no frickin reason
Frickin behemoth
Cuz when poison, comes on the beat, you're gonna need a therapist
You are not him, man i'm seeing through your arrogance
Yea cuz i spit for my road
Spit till i'm home
Spit to my homies
There’s a reason in the alphabet
Together they put o p
Half of yall is trash
I’m sorry, i’m just lowkey
Loki, thor is my brother
He has poisonous flowing
My brother from another mother
Opening story
None of us ain't nothing
In the industry, i’m just exploring
Nothing important
The more that i spit
The more that the floor cracks
Floor boarding
Door hoarding
We’re just like that
We're just like that
Digging like cat
I tell 'em all to get the frick away because they don't know my capabailities, i'm capable of making another mc quit because they don't wanna go against me, you'll see, poizon's just like that, i write that without cap
I spit fast, but still rap
Sorry
Juice wrld, cordae
Em, lyrical lemonade
Credit to them
They the reason that this was made
Bloody lips when i’m spittin
Chapped, rapped
It’s only the bars i’m splittin
Hit this
Lyrical, critical hit on syllables
I’m the illest it’s just kinda the time
Switch up the flow, and spit line after line
Rhyme after rhyme
I’m like a kite flying
Can’t even see me, i’m like a dot in the sky
So high, oh right
I’m committed to committing a crime
Flowing like some water in a pipe
Literally as hot as this
It is the temperature high
I hate, flow switches
Mode switches
I'm a whole reaper
Accidently changed the channel
Like remote switches
Auto clicker
This is flow
It ain't slow spittin
They don’t listen
It’s all written
Unexpected bump in the rhymes
Like road ditches
You’ll miss me
Flows different
Didn’t notice?
It’s a whole rhyme scheme
Writing, cold as frickin ice cream
I’m pickin up more
Pull the trigger at yo
But you know
Poison gonna hit you with a whole flow
So cold, its gonna send you right back to your home
Gotta kill it, kill the beat
I'ma skill it, then put it on the stove and skillet
Ii'm grabbing the glock and i load it up, get it up
Blast through you body like i got a minigun
Run through the rope and i feel like i'm winning a
Billion, trillion, man frick a million
Advancing to top aggressive as a militant
Group of people trying to prove their case
Like i had to go and switch it up, getting a
Wards for the wars that i'm fighting in wards
They tell me that i'm mentally deranged
I tell 'em i'm spiritually insane
I'm feeling lyrical
This ain't no physical, this is spiritual
Me starting rap like man it's a miracle
Yeah i just did it, boohoo, go cry to your step-mom
I'm cooking your lasagna like my name is felix
80hd, that's my diagnosis
Lost your touch with reality, that's just your psychosis
Cause you do what i say without any need for hypnosis
I knew to rap before i was born, that's my osmosis