(D. ValentS, R. CarreiA, D. FrankS)
Good Morning 92.0 WVLNT
It's 7am in the Hartbeat
And here's a new one off the hotlines
Although these flows are so cold
It's D'Valents and Funckshaun
With that new one Blizzo, let's go!
Original wizzo
You know my stizzo
When I blackout (what's that?)
Man that's a Blizzo
Climates change when I'm on mics
Like a surge on the verge and I be likes
Shutting down grids I'm a greaser
Grease lighting I'm a nor'eastern ether
Total eclipse, you gets no light son (nah)
3,2,1, now chop the rock Funckshaun
Yeah, thats right I'm on the mix yo
Moving with the force of the bullets outta ya pistol
Hit em in the head with the rhythm call it a Blizzo
Lyrical sickle, stamped marked official
Like EMP missiles, I leave the scene crippled
Deep impact, and leave the streets rippled
These dudes ain't hard, they whole style is fickle
A bunch of Elmo's, all waiting to be tickled
I'm not a throwback, I'm a classic
Chilled out now, my turnt up is placid
But put me on a beat, It's like audio acid
And jus like dem yardies
This shotta come massive
Passive aggressive
When all the way up
If my rhymes don't swing
I'll still a bully with the bucks
In hoody or a tux, OG deluxe
Adapt or get trapped
My style remains in flux
Let's chop it up
Let's cut it up
Let's get to what we do
When we do it up
Let's chop it up
Let's cut it up
Let's get to what we do
When we do it up
Let's chop it up
Let's cut it up
Let's get to what we do
When we do it up
Let's get to what we do
When we do it up
Let's get to what we do
When we do it up
I'm the inside cone when a cyclone form
I spin waters warm
Flows a wicked brain storm
Hail my throne in this game of tones
Or else you lil maricons
Will needs shots of cortisone
Tear you up like an ACL
Cuz you ain't bad to the bone
I'm a frigid zone
You a frigin summers eve
I'm a winters freeze
You SWV Mc's get weak in the knees
Cold wind gusts, when I busts
Power lines, smoking trees
Put em' on freeze like Fro-Zone
Mr. Incredible, higher than ozone
Crack a rap pedestal, like they were mouse bones
And don't deserve the power to be up on the microphone
The Blade Runner, chasing down these wack clones
Sit down men, that lost testosterone
Private eyes undercover, with there gangster tones
Unusual suspects, that's why I stay in my zone
Microphone assassin life
Like a John Wick flick
The man behind the shine, span spic
Mr. Clean with the baldy
Like Baldhead Slick
Rhyme free or die hard
My careers a straight vick
Lyrical murderer black suit, black car
I'll go bar for bar
With these modern day rap czars
Straight Blizzo, uncut rhymes raw
Chopped up I'm still
Iller than the illest paw
