Yuri Khedz
Assassin’s Creed
[Lyrics needed for Moe's verse]

I don't care if people see how weak I am
Rap's my way of claimin' every dang beat I have
I try to speak and map
Some freakin' raps
That'll bring in cash
Ain't care 'bout the money but It's funny
How the money
With a druggy
Kinda life
Would be better than a buggy as a ride
You love me? That's a lie
You only love me for the hype
That's around my name
You're bloody from the
Knife that I stuck in your face

Matwareena shatartak
Shed el sekeena el f dahrak
Matgarab tedeena tasbeeta bl matwa
Wareena tawseela twadeena lel 5amra

I ain't the type to be robbing lyrics
Or followin' when ya wanna spit it
Deliverin' soggy rhythms
I don't get why you would wanna fit in
Wanna get in to the marajuana livin'
Bought a bottle, sippin'
Nah, I'm kiddin'
Not the Penguin, I prefer to hit them with some Gotham riddles, ooh ooh

Now tell me what the fuck do you do
Flung my arm right at you but it sunk and went through
I guess I'ma ghost, a fuckin' death ghoul
And yes I will sin, so call me Deadpool

I'm god sent
Comin to send u where biggie and pac went
I'm locked in
This constant cycle of being lost and
Exhausted
Grabbed my ego and then popped it
Now I only focus on bein' the top hottest
Artist
Comin' from the bottom
Comin' with the keys to the Jeep, go start it
Moe will go bonkers
Put on some G-Eazy and grow fond of
The real elite, you know I'ma
Real MC and honest-ly

My sins are so dramatic tallied up together so Cinematic
But I can't fathom how you spit wacker than what Adam Lukat did

Since MCM had got it clippin'
I'm indifferent
Still we go together workin', livin'
Stu all night and never
For a second did I stop and reckon if I'd hop and never make it what the plan would be

Y'all make me fuckin' sick to my stomach Di Napoli

Explain to me a logical reason why I can't make it
If they make it if they post a pic naked
Face it
Rap has become the face of
Shameless
Motherfuckers who are brainless
I hate it
I'm crazy

I show no mercy
The flow is dirty
So I get up and lit up a little torch to go see
But I float and hope the
Place doesn't go and know me
Cuz I wanna be grown but lowkey
I don't wanna stare at all the greats below me
I only
Want the
Lyrics in my songs to haunt the
Minds of oldies
(hopefully)

I Never wanna be a part of any single thing
That I want written but I spit it
Regardless
Knowin' how I'm flowin' ya would listen to my lyrics
When I deliver on a plate like an omlet;

Beid