Chokehold

You Only So he decided to... Grabbed the rap game and put it in a choke hold Make the comp submit like I was Stone Cold Flyin' from the left direction of the turnbuckle Elbow to the face, now watch 'em straight buckle You dudes lack what it takes to handle heavy weights Like a skinny dude pushin' a plate Get prepared it's history in the makin' Red beam after King, shot down, the crown's taken Bein' crushed like Galvatron's return As I begin to serve every single word superb From up and coming artists, even fans is gassed To these toxic fumes, they soaked wearin' the black mask It's the emergence of the real in the left lane That make the music bang and cause a rampage When they step on the front stage Crowd go berserk cause the realness come forth to stake claim You Only So he decided to... Apollo and Journalist reached out for my services Told them to give me, lay down a beat and watch me burn this bitch I murder shit with no advertisement And that's my word Next motherfucker talk, he gon' take more shots than Curtis did I'll leave you inverted with the preacher at your service Sayin' a sermon about how your life had purpose So ask yourself, is it worth it? I'm tourniquet tight That's every word I spit So go 'head call me bitch, the city know that I'm the furthest shit 'Dro and the So Co Coke by the boatload Flows that are so cold They'll leave hoes with a broke nose Put 'em in choke holds And squeeze till they throat close up And they piss themselves wet, standin' in soaked clothes I'm alone at the top, surrounded by broke molds I got here by makin' cheap shots and throwin' low blows I'm a mixture of a young buck and an old pro 'Dime and the Gas Mask, fuck you if you don't know You Only So he decided to... The rock is broken, the beast has been set free Afflicting the brain of pain on the industry So if rap is alive, my heart be the vicious rhythm You just a guppy in shark water, I gotta kill 'em My lyrical tongue is my weapon of choice When I go to war so make your choice wisely Only a few can ride beside me I rep the home of big Proof and Dilla, that's where you'll find me Journalist , The lyrical novelist Backed by Apollo Brown, the beat's monstrous The flow is toxic so inhale the fumes and Put on the Gas Mask to intensive your high mood Just ride out to the hydro We here to clear the boom like a Mausberg shotgun with his cock son We got a goal to accomplish I'm fulfilling this pipe dream and a promise when I drop this You Only So he decided to...