Divyansh Mishra DM - Style Rap[Official Music Video]

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Lyrics:
Cuz I like your style

FUCK YOU! FUCK THE JUDGE TRIAL!

So hey man now don't you touch that dial

Where you'll find my roots, along the river Nile
I said excuse me baby dog but I like your style

That's what I do, been doing it for a while

Other women want my number but I give nothin to dial

As a teenager I learned to escape for awhile

night child, cement blocks were my smile

Rodentz be mad versatile with the style

B-boy flowin nigga, check my file

Mama's gonna laugh and smile

Drunk amongst style

Stricky T yeah whassup? Versatile

some niggas will change their style

Niggas getting done by the potent in freestyle

Yo Biz man you know that ain't my style

Put him in handcuffs and send him to Rykers Isle

Far away, from the thought of my smile

Disrespect? My niggas come M-U style

Mothafucka, to stay on top of the pile

I'm so thoed, with my style

Another little child who might grow awhile

Yeah, yeah, Mr. Complex...Tony Hawk style

Bred havoc here for a long while

Do all the things that will make you smile

I'm chillin' like the Sphinx upon the Nile

And you the scrub with a smaller pile

Spit raw, so everytime you bite my style

Buckwild we living foul, like Rikers Isle

Never cursin or rehearsin cause I'm so versatile

I get it done right, nigga MJ style

But don't change the dial we the rank and file

And don't never cross game on a true one, It's hostile

and I laugh at those tears, for a while

Love us ghetto classy niggaz and our weeded style

live it up for a little while

With your pretty smile, your ways and your style

You ain't got a paid lawyer then don't go to trial

Cause yo, I got the hairsplittin, self-written unbitten style

Could you just wait for me a while

You fucked up now, once I get hostile

Probably will need a plow, to deduct my style

Because I made my bread with coke and a smile

So go tell a friend, just who's on your dial

Instead of graduation we getting ready for trial

I got a rugged step-back, cruddy-bat-smackin type of style

At soupance to Christile and you wild the way you smile

Shit a bitch'll put up in a AOL Profile

You've been hatin' on my city fo a while

Y'all be cryin foul cause I'm hackin your style

And I get greeted with a hug and a big smile

Past foul lifes now identical to my rap style

I'm cool now, play a B-Tape and do some freestyle

Mister Colondre stressin I ain't comin in a while

Teach the many mortals, the times of a sun dial

Jakes is foul, Beat me in a racist trial

Nigga, how the fuck you go knockin my style

Could it be your style or the way you smile

Bitch, I'm the river of venomous flows that spiked the nile

And they wanna roll cause they like my style

So I'll be gone for a while

Quiet as kept, Strong Isle

Dispensers of bad fencers sensors while

but you can't tell that ain't my style.

Friend, I begin again, like the lifer's last mile

Lost in the virgin Isle, never see a day of trial

Bust a move with the Groove, from wreckin Strong Isle

Cause it's more than a pimpin-ass image and a style

You won't catch me on your radio dial

I make niggaz change up, and switch their style

There stealing my style, walkin with the goatee smile

But I might give you somethin' if it's worth my while,

Royal T Lil' Rob serve me with a smile

But you can't tell that ain't my style.

Stay with me for a little while

Red and Convertible, cause that's my style

Now hold up playa, don't trip get hostile

Don't be comin 'til it's dark, check my style

Cause you been slippiin somebody else's lyrics all the while

Let me find out - you funny style

And a henn from a smile

Been wreckin mics since Gomer Pyle

I'm an MC, you know, who's versatile

Soft and gentle is not her style

Now hold up playa, don't trip get hostile

If you're broke but you walk around with some style

I'm Smooth B, I'm at the top of the pile

Cause I've been down for a little while

Gossip like a bitch but that bullshit is old style

And because I knew, that in a little while

Now that was nothin, I didn't know worthwhile

Turn your phone off, baby, we gon' be a while

Let me find out - you funny style

You see that's what we called B-Boy freestyle!
I dial, executioners, go the extra mile

Laid up, fat nigga style

I'm living life collosal, I'm hostile

Will rock any type a type of style

What you gone do next try and steal my smile

Street crimin-al, learn his game as a juvenile

Fuck you I hate your style

My verse hit tile

Starving, never stroll the grocery isle

Busting heat like it's going out of style

Buckwild we living foul, like Rikers Isle

No I ain't asked style, mo'fucker I am style

Cause you been slippiin somebody else's lyrics all the while
ran with a gang, got me a profile

Knock ya teeth out, revolve with a smile
Cruncha Beneen, muscle team from Staten Isle

You got to make it worth my while

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