Whatever the weather, I’m okay Hot Like the sun, and I flow like the rain Along the floor and into a drain Too cold Like the snow, Cus on the beat I’m icy Still my Bars are straight heat Are you feeling the rays Ain’t been rapping for too many days So this perfection ain’t practice, it’s purely a madness Turning this beat into a holy track I’m a lyrical baptist You know what’s happening Simply spitting like a fully automatic And I won’t hold back For me, rapping is pure pleasure Like, when you’re having a wank When you turn to rap, You don’t turn back So I won’t stop Till I’m the highest in the game Bars are like crack Addicted to my tunes So gimme the p gimme the fame Clearly don’t slack Won’t hop off the grind Till the whole worlds screaming my name Archie Monk You hear that? Clear that my dad had epic spunk And you fear that I’m literally writing these bars drunk Sat in the sun, in Menorca, Fair few bevs ive sunk Rapping pure power like Columbian coke No joke I hope this one’s tickling your ears And tickling your fancy few problems over these recent years So I just put on a beat and rant g I know you liked what I spat g I’ll battle for a prize I’m confident I’ll win So I’ll put up my life as the ante I gotta cousin called santi Makes sense that his mum is my auntie I wanna, make money, be a baller Like Kante Bring the boys on holiday Maybe to zante Get there by a plane definitely not get there by a taxi Sitting here in sun Bare relaxing Me, no one’s matching I want to be making so much money That it’s the average wage That the governments taxing I’ll get to the top of the league and so much further Just to make sure That no one can catch me I love when there’s a reload on the decks Dj Making the wheels do backflips Sat in Menorca getting waved All inclusive bar And I sorted the catnip Went to the beach with a girl tonight swam in the sea Kissed her, and felt her Batty 2 days in fam I’m moving accy Another hard tune Add it to the tally on beats I like to talk a lot Call me chatty Sat at my balcony writing bars My typings getting snappy Man I been spitting so sick Feeling so ill So Pass me the hanky Feel charged up Like a durecel battery Another girl in the hotel begging it She’s moving cattty Writing these bars as the are days passing This holidays making me feel bless belgian girl that I met is really something She Got me Impressed At the beach till it got dark But she had to be home at 11:10 Kissed her goodbye And said I’ll guess see you tomorrow then Back to the hotel room I had a spliff to blem All of theses bars are true Theres no myth to them All of these bars are original Im not thifting them To you Im gifting them
Gita alla larga Nn giri fuori la città Nn tiri fuori le palle Arrotolo in plastica dentro le palle Una palla Giro Mexican Che bussano tutti Ma fumo da solo dentro a questo bar Mettila tutta ma muoviti piano Serpenti nei rovi
Entre le bien et le mal je suis perdu J’ai peur du du ciel mais je veux être plein Plata me tire en bas pourtant Partant pour le sommet f2 faut des somme Décembre à décembre je laisse des cendres Esperent vivre mais j’ai la mort qui me guette L’armertume qui casse les couille en moi Beaucoup de flashbacks beaucoup de haine Beaucoup de flash gars qui coule dans les veines
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this is crazyy
Doooo brazilllll🎉
Whatever the weather, I’m okay
Hot Like the sun,
and I flow like the rain
Along the floor and into a drain
Too cold Like the snow,
Cus on the beat I’m icy
Still my Bars are straight heat
Are you feeling the rays
Ain’t been rapping for too many days
So this perfection
ain’t practice, it’s
purely a madness
Turning this beat into a holy track
I’m a lyrical baptist
You know what’s happening
Simply spitting like a fully automatic
And I won’t hold back
For me, rapping is pure pleasure
Like, when you’re having a wank
When you turn to rap,
You don’t turn back
So I won’t stop
Till I’m the highest in the game
Bars are like crack
Addicted to my tunes
So gimme the p
gimme the fame
Clearly don’t slack
Won’t hop off the grind
Till the whole worlds screaming my name
Archie Monk
You hear that?
Clear that my dad had epic spunk
And you fear that
I’m literally writing these bars drunk
Sat in the sun, in Menorca,
Fair few bevs ive sunk
Rapping pure power like Columbian coke
No joke
I hope this one’s tickling your ears
And tickling your fancy
few problems over these recent years
So I just put on a beat and rant g
I know you liked what I spat g
I’ll battle for a prize
I’m confident I’ll win
So I’ll put up my life as the ante
I gotta cousin called santi
Makes sense that his mum is my auntie
I wanna, make money, be a baller
Like Kante
Bring the boys on holiday
Maybe to zante
Get there by a plane
definitely not get there by a taxi
Sitting here in sun
Bare relaxing
Me, no one’s matching
I want to be making so much money
That it’s the average wage
That the governments taxing
I’ll get to the top of the league and so much further
Just to make sure That no one can catch me
I love when there’s a reload on the decks
Dj Making the wheels do backflips
Sat in Menorca getting waved
All inclusive bar
And I sorted the catnip
Went to the beach with a girl tonight
swam in the sea
Kissed her, and felt her Batty
2 days in fam
I’m moving accy
Another hard tune
Add it to the tally
on beats I like to talk a lot
Call me chatty
Sat at my balcony writing bars
My typings getting snappy
Man I been spitting so sick
Feeling so ill
So Pass me the hanky
Feel charged up
Like a durecel battery
Another girl in the hotel begging it
She’s moving cattty
Writing these bars as the are days passing
This holidays making me feel bless
belgian girl that I met is really something
She Got me Impressed
At the beach till it got dark
But she had to be home at 11:10
Kissed her goodbye
And said
I’ll guess see you tomorrow then
Back to the hotel room
I had a spliff to blem
All of theses bars are true
Theres no myth to them
All of these bars are original
Im not thifting them
To you
Im gifting them
Respect 🫡
1:02, "felt that"
Way wavy 🚀
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thx ❤️
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Mi les chiens sans avec ton séquestre sur la piste
Mi Vien de l’est mm si nous blesse nous fe pas en plis
Si ou Ve encore di amwin mi Arbise
Les vues ça montent ptn
t’as vu
Gita alla larga
Nn giri fuori la città
Nn tiri fuori le palle
Arrotolo in plastica dentro le palle Una palla
Giro Mexican
Che bussano tutti
Ma fumo da solo dentro a questo bar
Mettila tutta ma muoviti piano
Serpenti nei rovi
Met tt sur table ma pas ni pour gaspiller
Fait bour la bac Bana c’est bonne pied
Mi t aime pas l’école c’était un casse tête
Entre le bien et le mal je suis perdu
J’ai peur du du ciel mais je veux être plein
Plata me tire en bas pourtant
Partant pour le sommet f2 faut des somme
Décembre à décembre je laisse des cendres
Esperent vivre mais j’ai la mort qui me guette
L’armertume qui casse les couille en moi
Beaucoup de flashbacks beaucoup de haine
Beaucoup de flash gars qui coule dans les veines