★ chorus ★ (x4) As above, so below Do it really make a difference? It's all the same Whichever route you taking You'll still be dead Sick and tired of all these rappers Rapping back-a-wards You know i only spit truth Play a beat, i'll cough it up
★ verse 1 ★ (24 bars) Twizted tatum Spinning n flipping n turning the tables Rocky road, yeah i been down that No i ain't going back Back to the past When i was a young lad Drug in sack, talking bad Looking shaggy, jinkies, where my scooby snacks!? I swear i just had 'em a second ago Always forgetting the distance between My soul and myself, devil, angels Watch me disappear From a rapper that be upset Chris angel, the abracadabra vet I could believe thy father I could pray for no havoc Shoving belief down your throat like some baggage I'd rather not bag it I'd rather not output I'd rather input me some rhymes like a cheat code I ain't finna spam it Going ham, like a twisted festival hammock I could spell simp, like a nice boy I could be pimp, like a f*** boy But i ain't finna do both for a woman that ain't want me none It's all in ya head It's all in ya breath Quit smoking, quit joking Quit gloatin' just commit If you really wanna make a difference in this world Quit all the talk, on eventually doing it Procrastinating suckas Egos bigger than a State, building with no empire And they still, keep on cryin' "lord, i wanna be a squire!" I wanna be higher I wanna be the best With no tread on me, like a tire Wearing a vest, and that drip attire! ★ verse 2 ★ (24 bars) Yuh, yuh Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh- Kickin' 'em buckets Of lies and bs, untrue ruckus I'm spitting, crushing The beats i make like blown out drum-heads You wanna talk about the bad stuff that you be doing unproven You wouldn't ever wanna do it Cuz you too afraid of truthin' (yeeeeaaaaaaaahhhhhh!) On the fact of the matter Matter of fact i'm making habits On the talent that i have I produce mad, spittin' lyrical magazines Call me mad magazine, i got issues But i ain't crying, no need of a tissue Sneezing clean, 918 repping boy Tulsa city boys, tulsa my place Ain't a coy, hit the casino Chips ahoy, on a saturday Just before sunday Before i go to worship A holy unholy murderous crime (crime, crime) Of a worshiped, miraculous boy (boy-boy-boy) As above so below, what come around Go around, you know (know-know) I pray to the father ask him for a hand He give me some It sometimes ain't enough So i get upset like a chump Learn the hard way on a lesson Then i feel like i am done What's the point of going on When i feel like i ain't worth none Hit the hay, wake up the next day Resurrection make me feel enough Then i feel all better, a-okay, uhh
Tatum Ultimatum - Like This Ft. D$ {T-Ultra} : (Intro) Tatum Ultimatum D Money Tulsa Drip Squad Yeah Ooooooo {T8thegr8} : (Chorus) Seeing that big ole chain on
Tatum Ultimatum - Washing You Away {Tatum Ultimatum} (Chorus) Yeah... Washing you away I stood in the shower For as long as my tears Started to feel hotter Than the water pouring over
Tatum Ultimatum - Good vs Evil {T-Ultra} (Chorus) There was good and there was evil I am the son of Nun's But, also a hundred guns There shall be no man that ever sees me I
Tatum Ultimatum - No Remorse {Tatum Ultimatum} (Chorus) No remorse, no remorse Call me Quentin Tarantino with a dark comedic mind I find it peaceful yeah! (Hah!) No remorse, no remorse I
Tatum Ultimatum - Stuck In The Dirt {Tatum Ultimatum}: (Chorus) I'm stuck in the dirt It ain't a competition no! You said what you heard I'm really feeling low, yeah yeah yeah Rapping just
Tatum Ultimatum - Mate Ft. Dirtbxvnd {Tatum Ultimatum} (Chorus) Trippin' trippin' trippin' on drugs Or maybe self love You, either gonna have your back Or stab it like you ain't had
Tatum Ultimatum - Samurai Attack {Vocals by Tatum Ultimatum} (Hook) Nine one eight ain't hesitating when they hear that aqua bottle dropping Like dali Lama's grandfather Nine one, nine
Tatum Ultimatum - MeetTheDirt {Tatum The Gravest} (Verse 1) Meet the dirt that you came from (from!) Ain't give a fuck 'bout no bums (bums!) I'm counting up sins I've committed
Tatum Ultimatum - FeelThat {chorus: tatum ultimatum} All of these rappers talking about popping, and glocking When i don't, care about it If you gunning, i won't be runnin'
Tatum Ultimatum - RadicalWrong {Hook 1: RadicalTommy} Rapping slow like a sloth, must be slow Everybody talking real biggie cuz they is small I ain't never flodgin’ on no one cuz I am one of the