Quadeca - 13 styles of rapping!

[Verse 1: Future]


[Verse 2: YBN Nahmir]
Ay, gang gang
Ay, Ay, Ay, gang gang
Ay, put that thing up on my lap, you getting rearranged
4 Os on this chain, that's a GPA
Running up a check, I been stacking easy pay
I might pull up with the stick, just add me on GTA
I'm the man, do you understand
Made a hundred bands while I dance
Yeah, I think I'm gonna need more rubber bands, go to France
I might take a chance but you ain't my mans
Tell that bitch get off my dick, I ain't trying to make no plans

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
I'm a maniac, musical mania
A braniac, I make my lyrics
I'm hitting your cranium, I'm a nut
No macadamia, brain on academia
Get my flow out in Wakanda, my lyrics Vibranium
I gotta get up to the tippity top of hippity hop
[?]
Vitanins and in my minerals
Military moments of mastery, maybe the general, maybe incredible
Maybe a man, or maybe an animal
Eat these wack rapper alive, maybe a cannibal

[Verse 4: Pusha T]
I was pushing white, I was pablo
Running from the feds in my town, hoe
Fuck with the clique, pull up to the block though
All of sudden, you gon' ask like "Where the cops go?"
Not home, Dorothy, this a pot hoe
You a cockroach, swallow, the shop's closed
You might find yourself locked behind the wrong doors
Then when you libre, they gon' tell you that it's not yours

[Verse 5: Meek Mill]
Yeah, they locked me in the cell, they tried to kill me
I don't wanna be in your city, I'm in Philly
You made a hundred, you can't even make a milli
[?] feelin' chilly
Yeah, I am the man
Do you understand? I don't think you get it
Yeah, they tried to murder me, they tried to bury my name in a second
Balling like Curry, your vision is blurry
I think you'll regret it
You better sit down on the ground and then come on up standing corrected

[Verse 6: Tyler the Creator]
Uhh, my dick fat
Might just go click clack
Writing your bitch back
They was talking shit, well I guess that I missed that
Uhh, I'm too nice with it
Itching for the throne, got some new lice in it
I'm hot but the boy's to cold like Bennet
Like J, I make my pay, I spend it
I wave bye to my kiddy days on my Billy Ray
Tried Oxy, got clean. Thanks, Billy Mays

[Verse 7: OG Tyler the Creator]
Live in a grey area, all 50 shades
Don't give a fuck, give a F like some shitty grades
This that old school Tyler
This that no rules Tyler
This that bully motherfuckers in they homeschool Tyler

[Verse 8: Matt Ox]


[Verse 9: Juice WRLD]
I got to breath in
You got a new man, sorry, I don't see him
I might hit your phone up in the evening
I miss you and we never had to begin
What's the reason?
Tell me, what's the reason
I'm looking for your heart in the bottom of my wine glass
Want you more ever since I let the time pass
I can't ignore that I knew that it would never last
Give my heart, that's just something I ain't getting back

[Verse 10: Lil Tracy]
Solar eclipse in your eyes
I wanna see your hips and your thighs
You know I'm just living my life
I don't think I'm living it right
Like Keemstar, I get right in

[Verse 11: Kodak Black]
I can't look up to these hoes I'm higher then
And they say they lives are sad, need to get a violin
But lil Kodak in a jet, and you know i'm smilin'
Got your bitch up on my line, I'm the one she dialin'
I'm wiling, yeah
I can't even be walking round the street
I been up at the top, now they down for me
I was making all my noise, you was sound asleep
Hustlin' then I made it on the count of three

[Verse 12: Comethazine]
I done make a band for the summer, yeah (Huh, huh)
I just made a milly, that's a bummer, yeah (Huh, huh)
I'm Comethazine on Promethazine, yeah (Huh)
I just made my [?] for the [?]

[Verse 13: Earl Sweatshirt]
I wasn't born bible belt
But my mom had a bible and belt
Flow so hot
Shit could make fire melt