Lyrics
Intro:
Darsh, what up?
My real spitters, what up?
Verse 1: UraelB
I shadow box wit precision
Cause I'm my only competition
Concern myself wit others?
That ain’t the method for better living
You wanna spar? We can spar
Just ask for my permission
But don't be ashamed getting dropped
Like beautiful women...
When they entertain you dudes
With 0 intentions
Never pretentious
And doing all this shit for the mentions
Just here to show you
I reside in many dimensions
Put em all on one accord
I am the extension
I'll get ya power stripped
Black ya out like outages
Exposing all ya cowardice
Just to show you what power is
Peep how my prowess is
My whole life full a calluses
About this track
"Shadowboxing" is a song by UraelB, released in 2020.
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Artist
UraelB →DemiGod on his job
Working till I run outta shit
Just throwing jabs that’s how I dip and dab
Don't need to dip and dab
To black when I spit on wax
My punches pack
Ain't ever a moment when I slack
Get ya shit rocked thinking I'm a sap
These are the facts
(Got Damn)
I got the formula like Similac
(What else?)
Shit sounded like I invented rap
(What else?)
Flowin effortless on every track
(What else?)
Won't force it I can't be drinking tap
Ya know this alkaline is where it's at
Not many men can take it to the max
Wanna contend but they can't match
Let’s rap
Hook: (UraelB)
*Shadowboxing*
*Shadowboxing*
(Hip-Hop!)
*Shadowboxing*
(One time for ya mind!)
*Shadowboxing*
*Shadowboxing*
(Aye yo, Darsh)
(Let me get serious on this verse)
*Shadowboxing*
(Let me talk to em)
*Shadowboxing*
(Yo, Yo, Yo)
*Shadowboxing*
Verse 2:
Gotta get up get out and get something
Ain’t met a rapper yet with out Rosa complex
Too busy frontin'
Tired of hearing people bussin’
(pew pew pew)
Videos with Mac rounds in they background
(doot, doot, doot)
Talking bout a bunch a nothin'
Same ones gunning they brothers down
Gettin head hunted
Playing on the special teams
These lives gettin punted
Can't be returned, that ships already sunken
No chance for a touchdown
Forever above ground
With people they love now
They rap it so easily, that shit blow my mind
No pun intended for the scheme
I don't get how it binds
Saying fuck a 9 to 5, you got too much pride
But working 9 to 5 out here takin lives
Make the oppressors job easy
Kill ya own kind
They slap it right in ya face
When you complain and whine
About the cops killing us
But y’all make it just fine
Let's call a spade a spade
Both of them shits a crime
Slave and master work together
For some more time
Part of this mentality
In my blood line
Seem like this shit won't ever end
I wanna press rewind
Go back to when we were unified
Way before Jesus was crucified
He exemplified, both you and I
I shadow box so we don't have to scrap
Let's rap
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