Mixtape shit... 48 bars Inget speciellt såhär som text, tänkte bara visa att jag lever... förväntar mig inget mer än typ "okej, men du har gjort bättre"... till skillnad från mycket här inne är det flowable as fuck tho... ... check it out is like this when i enter the lab with my friends and sit down with a pen and a pad and write rhymes .. bout things i see i my mind sometimes it takes a while to decide and rewind and scribble down my lines .. to make it happen break down the fake rappin tactics .. wait to rake the cash in with crates of vax and .. the ol sound of the flow time to design the road and go around the whole globe whenever i kick live .. you know that ill be wreckin the mic and fellas that be testin better know that ill be reppin it tight yall better be gettin it right man .. it dont surprise me that real recognize real .. so trust what ya eyes see its like that when i place stikes at you man act up with us and well break out fights at your jam you see me laughin with my homies cuz we be likin the fam .. the master of ceremony with the mic in my hand locked and loaded .. i'm ready for some rock and roll tacticore blast em all .. i kick off the dome trainspotters .. man yall cant hold us back i flow and rap over beats straight from stolen vax it's like that .. so why the fuck u wastin my time like a pause .. i keep rappers waitin in line unbreakable minds .. when im up to bless this art 16 bars leave yall lookin like question marks the best of all .. still rappin long ahead of my time better with lines and if anything ya better be down i enter your town spendin heavy dimes filled with venomous.. rhymes, i battle the whine with incredible kinds of every design so settle it now .. ya'll cant afford to bite with robinbanks on the beat its always more to write u'se a girl, i prolly drop the shit you oughta like when i rock a cordless mic theres always broads in sight i've got two sides, like my tape on random bastards schizophrenic like the guy who did collateral damage trainspotters ... man u can't hold us back i flow and rap over beats on my solo track it's like that .. when i just repeat my verses decent verses while ya shit is all deletion purpose man .. im hot enough to burn ya speaker circuits come by your house, to see how weak ya turf is hold it down for the streets .. like greasy workers while yall sick fucks lookin for some feet to worship straight up, im down when i defeat ya herbs and your shit is old and boring like preaching sermons tacticore ... scratch over beats thats murder robinbanks its always tite when .. hes in service im not rich ... but i got no squeaky purses my tapes hot while ya shit's some weak ass purchase ... Köp Robinbanks/Tacticore's cd och kassett när de är ute....